| I went down to Coddingtown
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| To buy for Lucky Dog
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| Moved on up to Sono-co
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| To clear my head of smog
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| People round town they all line up
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| To buy them Chevrolet’s
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| But me I talked to the Mopar man
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| Been talkin' now for days
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| I went down to Coddingtown
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| It seemed the thing to do
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| You can get it all down there
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| From tennis balls to glue
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| Standin' up in the ol' smoke shop
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| Met a girl named Honey Pie
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| If you shamble long enough
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| You wanna' go, you gotta' go
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| Bring me on back
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| Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown
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| That’s the place to be
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| Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown
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| That’s the place for me
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| I went down to Coddingtown
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| And met old Santy Claus
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| Beanie Boy got a hold of that beard
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| Nearly yanked it from his jaws
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| I stepped on up to the pizza man
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| And gobbled down some filth
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| I shambled round now too damn long
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| I wanna' go, I gotta' go
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| Bring me on back
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| Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown
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| That’s the place to be
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| Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown
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| That’s the place for me |