| Way down the Mississippi into New Orleans
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| He rolled in on the river and arrived in your dreams
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| He’s the Stone Chucker baby, he’s in your head now
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| He throws stones in the morning, then rocks through the night
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| He’s a big as a house and his teeth pearly white
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| He’s the Stone Chucker baby, he’s in your head now
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| After midnight he’ll be prowling around
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| On the streets and in your homes
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| Your fate he’ll predict with his handful of sticks
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| And he’ll break all your bones with his pocketful of stones
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| Ha Ha Freddy Kruger he’s meaner than you
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| He’s a mother chucking stoner, and he’ll throw his stones at you
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| He’s the Stone Chucker baby, he’s in your head now
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| After midnight he’ll be prowling around
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| On the streets and in your homes
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| Your fate he’ll predict with his handful of sticks
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| And he’ll break all your bones with his pocketful of stones
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| Some say he’s at home when the devils away
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| If you sing him a song he might go away
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| He’s the Stone Chucker baby
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| So sing him away now |