| When you’re on your own
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| And you’ve got them twisting bones
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| And a red hot poker burning in your ear
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| You think you’ve had it but you ain’t nowhere near
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| You think you’ve had it but you’re nowhere near
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| Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the ground
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| Oh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
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| Don’t let the children catch you
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| Don’t let all the children catch you
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| Gonna knock you down
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| With the liquour and love
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| Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
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| Don’t let them catch you out here on the streets because you’ve got no soul
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| Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
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| Don’t let the children catch you
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| Don’t let all the children catch you
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| No!
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| No. No. No. No. No.
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| Ssssssssssh!
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| Gonna lock you down
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| With the liquour and love
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| I’ll lock you down with the liquour and love
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| Oh, black mambo, with the funeral home
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| Black mambo coming for you
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| Oh, black mambo, coming knocking with the funeral home
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| Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
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| Don’t let the children catch you
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| Oh, don’t all let the children catch you
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| Ooooh! |
| Yeah! |
| Oooh! |
| Oooh! |
| Oooh! |
| Ah!
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| Don’t let the children catch you
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| Don’t let all the children catch you
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| No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. |