| No, you couldn’t call Jesse a babe in the woods
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| He’s just weak in self-defense
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| 'Cause he’s so thin skinned
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| He can’t take a joke at his expense
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| «You're a push button window,» says Rowdy Yates
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| «I can run you up and down
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| Anytime I want
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| I can make you my dancin'--
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| My dancin' clown!»
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| You’re my dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin'
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| My dancin' clown
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| Dancin'
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| You’re my dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin' dancin'
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| My dancin' clown
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| Rowdy Yates is as bold as Jove--
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| He’s all chide and snide and bluff--
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| Stuck in the romantic tradition
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| Of acting rough and tough
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| «You're always charging thru,» says Jesse
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| Nervous, lookin' all around--
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| To see who’s seein' him bein' a dancin'
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| A dancin' clown
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| He’s a dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin'
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| A dancin' clown
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| Dancin'
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| He’s a dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin' dancin'
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| A dancin' clown
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| Cherchez la femme
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| Whenever love comes around
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| Someone’s a dancin' clown
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| Cherchez la femme
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| Whenever hearts start to pound
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| Someone’s a dancin' clown
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| Down the street comes last-word Suzie--
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| She’s high yellow--lookin' top nice
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| You hear the swoosh of jungle blades
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| And the crackle of northern ice
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| «Hot damn!» |
| says Rowdy--lookin' up
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| «Yum!» |
| says Jesse lookin' down
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| «How would you like to be her dancin'
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| Her dancin' clown?»
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| Be her dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin'
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| Her dancin' clown
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| Dancin'
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| Be her dancin' clown
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| Dancin' dancin' dancin'
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| Her dancin' clown
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| Cherchez la femme
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| Whenever love comes to town
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| Someone’s a dancin' clown
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| Cherchez la femme
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| Wherever hearts start to pound
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| Someone’s a dancin' clown |