| All right
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| Danny, what do you wanna hear?
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| Send in the clown
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| For my boy Danny what’s it here?
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| Send in the clowns
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| You want the Manilow version?
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| I’m tired of chewin' on your toenail
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| I’m tired of listenin' to your band
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| I’m tired of pullin' on your pigtail
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| Just wanna play poker like a man
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| One day I’ll have a house in Florida
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| With a little dog in the yard
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| I play piano in a beauty parlor
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| Put my costumes on my card, yeah
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| No more wet t-shirt contests
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| No more singin' in a bar
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| Gonna put on my little black dress
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| Go out dancin' like a star, yeah
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| It’s too late to call my brother Billy
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| He cut me off in ‘94
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| He joined a little church outside the city
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| He don’t recognize me anymore
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| I wear my undies on the outside
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| Like a fallen woman in a pew
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| But I wear my undies with pride (ha ha ha)
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| What else am I supposed to do? |
| Yeah
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| No more wet t-shirt contests
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| No more singin' in a bar
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| Gonna put on my little black dress, people, yeah
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| Go out dancin' like a star
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| I feel like my Christian phase is comin'
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| My fans are getting pretty bored
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| But meanwhile I just keep on hummin'
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| Here in the bosom of the Lord, yeah
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| No more wet t-shirt contests
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| No more singin' in a bar
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| Gonna put on my little black dress
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| Go out dancin', dancin' like a star, yeah
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| Hey
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| Here we go, babe
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| Keep it goin'
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| Settle on those clouds
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| Settle on those clouds, baby
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| Isn’t it rich?
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| Isn’t it rich?
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| Isn’t it rich?
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| Hey, come on, keep goin'
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| Isn’t it rich?
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| Isn’t it rich? |