| Well, the first time I met Mary Lou
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| I never entertained the thought
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| Of ever leavin' Cleveland
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| Ah, but then I kissed her ruby reds
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| And she whispered in my ear
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| That her daddy really cleaned up down in Houston
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| Then she said, «Why not come home with me?»
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| My nose for opportunity
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| Just smelled the possibility of bucks
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| I saw Houston there at my disposal
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| So I accepted her proposal
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| And wished my friends in Cleveland lots of luck
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| But I never dreamed as we were drivin'
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| Tomorrow I would be arrivin'
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| To find her daddy owned a fleet of
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| Garbage trucks
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Yeah, that is what she said, I’m really cleaning up
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Oh, this garbage ain’t my bag, I think I’ve had enough
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| Now I’m on top of the heap
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| But as I look around, I realize
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| This ain’t the kind of heap I was expecting
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| 'Cause I can see di-stink-ly
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| Mary Lou has found somebody new
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| And I’ve become what I’m collecting
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| Yeah, and if I’d known that night she jumped me
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| That she was only gonna dump me
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| I’d have never have become a company man
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| And the next time some girl says to me
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| «My daddy’s big in Tennessee»
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| I’ll assume she means that he’s just fat
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Yeah, that is what she said, I’m really cleaning up
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Oh, this garbage ain’t my bag, I think I’ve had enough
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| Yeah, I guess you could say I’m filthy rich
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| If you like half-eaten baloney sandwiches
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| Little balls of tissue paper
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| Sometimes I feel like a chickpea in a big salad
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Heck, I don’t even have to bring my lunch to work
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| I can find it, it’s all over me
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| Look at this, what is this?
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| Looks like part of a omelet
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| Ooh, look over there now, there’s some
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Ooh, what is this?
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| A peanut butter, olive, tomato and spaghetti sandwich
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| Ooh, somebody read my mind, that’s my favorite
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| Yeah, I thought I was the only one who liked those
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| (Now the flies of Texas are upon you)
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| Yum, yum |