| Me and my, me and my, me and my,
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| me and my, me and my friends
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| Like two sweet peas
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| in an even sweeter pod
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| that’s my friend
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| and my friends’s named Bob
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| like the devil knows hell
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| I know Bob well
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| well enough to tell you
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| 'bout his 67 smells
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| well enough to tell you
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| he’s a hell-a-swell fellow
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| well enough to tell you
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| that we know each other better
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| than we know our selves
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| like freaks of a feather
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| we rock together
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| I know Bob well
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| but I think he knows me better
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| Me and my, me and my, me and my,
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| me and my, me and my friends
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| He’s as close to me
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| as a friend can be
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| I’ll be standin' by my buddy
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| he’ll be standin' by me
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| just another half of
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| the two headed freak
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| but I need him like
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| my heart needs to beat
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| at this point
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| in this friendly verse
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| I’ve got to sing a little something
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| that I haven’t rehearsed
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| it’s about my man
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| and his name is Hillel
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| for who my love
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| is woul brother sacred
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| take it hickleberry
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| slim boy take it
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| Me and my, me and my, me and my,
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| me and my, me and my friends
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| Jacky’s eyes are closed
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| but he’s right on course
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| because he’s guided by
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| the invisible force
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| he drives a kooky green chrysler
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| bad as anybody’s porsche
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| he’s a working class drummer
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| he’s as strong as a horse
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| Me and my, me and my, me and my,
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| me and my, me and my friends |