| It’s been raining here in long beach
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| The dampness in the air
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| Tends to straighten out my hair
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| Against my wishes
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| But the traces of a song reach
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| My tattered ear once more
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| Lend me courage to ignore
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| The smell of fishes
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| I was a drunken lout, I ran about
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| With ladies that I knew
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| I did 'em wrong all night long
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| Singing 23 skidoo
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| Huzahh… huzahh…
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| Once upon a time I was a kid
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| Well I don’t know what happened then
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| But I’m warning all you younger men
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| On your way to long beach think again
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| You can’t afford to settle down in long beach
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| I had a rack and coat, a paddle boat
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| I played the ukelele
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| Beneath the moon in june I’d croon
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| Won’t you come on home little baby
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| Huzahh… huzahh…
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| Once upon a time I was a kid
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| But now my hair is turning gray
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| I’m getting fatter every day
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| If you got any sense you’ll stay away
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| And never give another thought to long beach
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| And never give a moment’s thought to long beach |