| Up in that new space station
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| Living Kennedy’s dream
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| There was an automatic camera
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| Shooting elephantine
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| Well the crew was relaxing
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| Before the video screen
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| Watching old re-runs
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| Of Mohammed Ali
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| The voice of Houston calling
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| Brought them back to the scene
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| Except the sky is falling
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| Do you know what that means?
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| Out on that Texas sidewalk
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| Through the hotel mezzanine
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| There walked a see-through hooker
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| To a suite with two TVs
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| But by the elevator
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| She began to sneeze
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| With an attack so uncontrolled
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| It brought her to her knees
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| And then the hotel doctor
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| With nurse and stethoscope
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| Announced the worst is over
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| But for her there is no hope
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| Way down in South Dakota
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| On the Needles Highway
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| There’s a lone red rider
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| On the road today
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| And though his war is over
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| He’s fighting on anyway
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| Although he’s seldom sober
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| He’s drinking whisky all day
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| Down in that old box canyon
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| Where only misfits can go
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| He rides with no companion
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| But saloon and rodeo
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| Up in that new space station
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| Living Kennedy’s dream
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| There’s an automatic camera
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| Shooting elephantine |