| Oh, I feel so good I can’t believe it
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| With a-one, two
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| A-one, two, three, four
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| Woo-ooh
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| Now, we’re cookin'
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha
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| Woo-ooh
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| Well, maybe, baby I was born up under a bad sign
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| I find very difficult to walk a straight line
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| Ah, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout, too
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| Yeah, but I want everybody to know
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| Everywhere I go
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| I’m proud as hell to say that I’m a misfit
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| My war, baby, knew I’d come back
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| Everybody said how wouldn’t amount to much
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| Huh, huh, huh
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| Yeah, but now they get a look but they sure won’t get no touch
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| Huh, huh
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| I’m not sure that
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| They hated 'cause I’m free
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| 'Cause they know it will never be
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| Then they labelled me a crazy misfit
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| Yeah, they’d that feelin'
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| I gladly share secrets of the universe
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| Lord, but I may as well be talkin' to the wall
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| Well, all right
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| They only get uptight and that makes matters worse
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| Lord, I guess before you run you got to crawl
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| Whoa, here, we go now
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| Ah, that’s sure cool and celestial
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| Ah, we’re rockin'
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| Woo-hoo, oo-hoo, yeah
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| All right, misfit
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| Well, you know the last thing
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| I would want to do is bring you down, huh
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| God knows you don’t need it
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| Yeah, but I’ve made my friends
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| And it don’t call for leavin' town
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha
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| I thought I’d let you in on that
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| So, if you should happen to see me
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| Drivin' by in my Mark-three
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| I wish you’d just think of me as just one of your misfits, ha
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| Will you do me a favor?
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| Well, here we go
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| Woo, good God |