| Got my hands on a little bit of dough
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| So I went to the grocery store
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| And got some steaks to go
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| Went by and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo
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| We had ourselves a picnic
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| Beside a dirt road
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| Rooty toot toot
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| Rooty toot toot
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| We had it made in the shade
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| Like a ball through the hoop
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| Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop
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| Livin' and learnin'
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| Rooty toot toot
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| We laid out a blanket
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| And started a fire
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| Had the radio playin'
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| From inside the car
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| I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes
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| She read the paper
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| And told me the news
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| She said, there’s a lot of people out there
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| Who are at the end of their rope
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| Sometimes baby
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| You’ve got to lay low
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| Rooty toot toot
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| Rooty toot toot
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| We had it made in the shade
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| Like a ball through the hoop
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| Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop
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| Livin' and learnin'
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| Rooty toot toot
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| We stayed there all day
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| We both got us some real good suntans
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| I thought that was ok
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| Sometimes life can be so grand
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| We were gettin' ready
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| To shake out of that place
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| When the Illinois state trooper
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| Got in my face
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| He said, You’re on private property
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| But once he cooled down he was ok
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| Sometimes you’re golden, man
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| That’s all I got to say
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| Rooty toot toot
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| Rooty toot toot
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| We had it made in the shade
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| Like a ball through the hoop
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| Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop
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| Livin' and learnin'
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| Rooty toot toot |