| Eddie Grace’s Buick got four bullet holes in the side
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| Charlie DeLisle is sittin' at the top of an avocado tree
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| Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife
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| If you step on her lawn
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| I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man
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| Come along with me
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| Let’s fill our pockets
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| With macadamia nuts
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| Go over to Bobby Goodmans’s
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| Jump off the roof
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| Hilda plays strip poker
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| With the Mummers 'cross the street
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| Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
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| Dicky Faulkner’s got a switchblade
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| Some gooseneck risers
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| That eucalyptus is a hunchback
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| There’s a wind down from the south
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| So let me tie you up with kite string
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| Show you the scabs on my knee
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| Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
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| Come along with me
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| Let’s follow that fire truck
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| I think your house is burnin' down
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| Go down to the hobo jungle
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| Kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel
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| And we’ll break all the windows
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| In the old Anderson place
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| We’ll steal a bunch of boysenberries
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| Smear 'em all on your face
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| I’ll get a dollar from my mama’s purse
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| Buy that skull and crossbones ring
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| You can wear it 'round your neck
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| On an old piece of string
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| Then we’ll spit on Ronnie Arnold
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| Flip him the bird
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| Slash the tires on the school bus
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| Now don’t say a word
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| I’ll take a rusty nail
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| Scratch your initials in my arm
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| Show you how to sneak up on the roof
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| Of the drugstore
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| I’ll take the spokes from your wheelchair
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| And a magpie’s wings
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| And I’ll tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet
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| I’ll steal a hacksaw from my dad
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| Cut the braces off your legs
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| And we’ll bury 'em tonight out in the cornfield
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| Just put a church key in your pocket
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| We’ll hop that freight train in the hall
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| Slide all the way down the drain
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| To New Orleans in the fall |