| Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky
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| Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes
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| He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red
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| Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head
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| With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right
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| You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night
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| Can’t you hear the thunder? |
| Someone stole my watch
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| I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch
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| Someone tell those Chinamen on Telegraph Canyon Road
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| When you’re on the bill with the spoon, there ain’t no time to unload
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| So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the Prado
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| We’re laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado
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| Jesus whispered, «Eni meany meany miney moe»
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| They’re too proud to duck their heads that’s why they bring it down so low
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| So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Pointed man smack dab in the middle of July
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| Swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie
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| He said, «I can’t go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout
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| But listen baby, I’ll stay wichew 'til the money runs out»
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| So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye, bye bye, bye
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| Bye, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky
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| Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes
|
| He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red
|
| Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head
|
| With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right
|
| You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night
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| Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
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| Oh, bye bye baby, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye |