| So the big ole boy looks like he had enough
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| Still he could use a little mustard
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| Sits and laughs and talks about his groovy life
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| Can’t sleep and steals all the covers
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| Get back!
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| When you got it, makes you want some more
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| Don’t want to share a single bit
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| Come back!
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| When you ain’t got, makes you want it more
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| And already it’s running out
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| And already it’s running out
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| When the next door Joe goes off into the dark
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| Lookin' around for some mustard
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| While Maria boils a bone in a big black pot
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| Tastes like the kind made by her mother
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| Get back!
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| When you got it, makes you want some more
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| Don’t want to share even a bit
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| Get back!
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| When you ain’t got, makes you want it more
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| And already it’s running out
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| And already it’s running out
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| Get back!
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| When you got it, makes you want some more
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| Don’t want to share even a bit
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| Get back!
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| When you ain’t got, makes you want it more
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| And already it’s running out
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| And already it’s running out |