| At the far end of the midway
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| By the double ferris wheel
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| There’s a band that plays so snakey
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| You can’t help how you feel
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| Emmie Mae ran away
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| With a man as dark as night
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| You can see him, if you go there
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| Second trumpet to the right
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| They play «Night Train»
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| So snakey
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| Black girls dancing
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| Long and lanky
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| Barkers barking
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| Step right up, folks!
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| The show is about to begin
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| It’s Harlem in Havana time
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| Step right in!
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| Silver spangles
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| See 'em dangle in the farm boy’s eyes
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| Hootchie kootchie
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| Auntie Ruthie would’ve cried
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| If she knew we were on the inside
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| When Emmie Mae ran away
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| She came back a bottle blonde
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| God! |
| The gossips had a gourmet feast
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| Chomping on how she was born
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| But miracle of miracles
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| Cuz we were underage
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| She got us nearly front row seats
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| To the right side of the stage
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| See that tall girl?
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| That’s a man
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| That one, too
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| Big yellow feather fan
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| Barkers barking
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| Step right up, folks!
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| The show is about to begin
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| It’s Harlem in Havana time
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| Step right in!
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| Silver spangles
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| See 'em dangle in the farm boy’s eyes
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| Hootchie kootchie
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| Auntie Ruthie would’ve died
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| If she knew we were on the inside |