| …city street
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| Hang out
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| Thumbs in pocket
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| Black jacket
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| Black jack
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| Dego-red
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| Manhattenized-Bohemia
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| Of Southern California
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| Tough punk of
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| Cool, futuristic Montana…
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| (sung)
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| Well, have you ever been mixed up
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| Feel like you’re in a stick-up, a hold-up
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| A robbery in progress?
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| Well, I have
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| Well, have you ever been faked out
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| Feel like you’re in a stake-out
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| A cook-out, barbequed chicken?
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| Well, I have
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| Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
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| We’re all givin up down in the arroyo
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| Have you ever been stranded
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| Feel like you never landed
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| A bandit, a merchant of Venice?
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| Well, I have
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| Well, have you even been tumbled
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| Feel like you’re in a jungle
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| A jingle, a town in New Jersey?
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| Well, I have
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| Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
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| We’re all givin up down in the arroyo
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| (SAX SOLO)
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| Well have you ever been hungry
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| Feel like you’re gettin' ugly
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| Ornery, and everybody’s greasy?
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| Well, I have
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| Well have you ever been zooey
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| Feel like you’re David Bowie
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| A truly unidentified person?
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| Well, I have
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| Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
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| We’re all givin up down in the arroyo
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| (SAX SOLO)
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| (spoken)
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| …there is a possibility of …
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| Something running parallel…
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| What something is, it might be called
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| Something other than what could be the same thing
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| But uh, what could be the right thing
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| In other words, it might be a contigent-pository
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| If what you are doing at the same time
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| That you are doing something else…
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| … let’s take, for example, if you were born on Lake Michigan…
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| Lyrics are copyright 1976, Steve Cash |