| Brothers, never discount a Tuesday
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| You’d better spring for a good hotel
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| You got to keep the talent starry eyed, yeah
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| If you wanna keep ringin' a bell, yeah
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| It ain’t no theory, it’s the law, boy
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| And while the dabblers keep douchin' around
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| Old Eisenhower’s got his candle lit, baby
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| A couple hours 'fore he rolls into town
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| Roll right into town
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| Roll right into town
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| Roll right into town
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| I spend too much time chewin' bubblegum
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| You 'bout to spoil your old appetite
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| Well I just reach in the hole of my enthusiastic soul
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| And I show ‘em why they call me the creep
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| How’s about a little camp fire, ladies?
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| What say we sing a few songs?
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| We got music and mirth and we got peace on this earth
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| And I’m certain we all can get along
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| We all can get along
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| We all can get along
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| We all can get along
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| Cynthia and Jerry’s got a message they‘re sayin'
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| All of you squares go home
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| I say goddamn, I’m the luckiest man
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| Come on and all sing along
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| Hallelujah, baby
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| Hallelujah, baby
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| Hallelujah, baby
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| Hallelujah, baby |