| Way down south where I make my stop
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| They do a dance down there called the Georgia Slop
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| They all hang out at Peg Leg Lee’s
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| And they don’t give a hoot about no police
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| Peg Leg Lee’s is where I’m talkin' about
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| They knocked down, kicked and dragged 'em out
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| They get paid on Friday when their work’s all done
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| And they all do it up 'til Monday comes
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| When they do the Slop they turn loose hands
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| Move like a chicken when he’s scratchin' in the sand
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| Shuffle your feet and spin like a top
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| Shake, shake, shake the Georgia Slop, oh baby
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| I stopped to get a soda and dig that jive
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| I met a chick, she weighed 385
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| I started lookin' and I couldn’t stop
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| She and I got together then the Georgia Slop
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| Peg Leg Lee’s is where I’m talking about
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| Knocked down, kicked, and dragged 'em out
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| Do it baby, do it baby, do it baby, yeah, do it baby
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| To the right, to the left
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| Oh baby, yeah, do it baby |