| Blue monday morning at the factory gate
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| Almost time to clock in
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| The boys were bettin'
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| That Joe wouldn’t show
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| Cause they had seen him over the weekend
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| He had four new tire on his old cadillac
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| Betty the waitress and some clothes in the back
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| A dashboard full of roadmaps of Mexico
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| Yeah, Joe knows how to live
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| He said, «Women were made to love,
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| Money is made to spend,
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| Life is something, buddy,
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| You will never live again»
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| Yeah, you’ve got to admit it
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| Joe’s knows how to live
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| And now they’ll be down at the ocean
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| He and Betty stretched out somewhere
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| The only blue in his life
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| Is the blue moonlight
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| Bouncin' off Betty’s blonde hair
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| I can just see 'em rollin' round on the sand
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| I never thought I was a jealous man
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| But when I think what he’s doin' that I’m not, hah
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| Lord I’m jealous about it
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| He said, «Women were made to love,
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| Money is made to spend,
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| Life is something, buddy,
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| You will never live again»
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| Yeah, you’ve got to admit it
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| Joe’s knows how to live
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| Let’s go to Mexico!
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| Now Betty’s back home with her mother
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| Joe’s back on the assembly line
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| But he brings in his pictures
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| And his Mexican hat
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| Just to remind us sometime
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| That women were made to love,
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| Money is made to spend,
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| Life is something, buddy,
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| You will never live again
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| Yeah, you’ve got to admit it
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| Joe’s knows how to live
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| Yeah, you’ve got to admit it
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| Joe’s knows how to live
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| That boy’s a genuis
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| He sure is crazy
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| Oooo la la la la la la… |