| I and Braggar, and Junior Lee
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| Well that’s the way we always thought it would be
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| In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met
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| Decked out like aces, we’d beat anybody’s bet
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| Cuz we was Coolsville… cuz we was Coolsville
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| Well you stick it here;
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| You stick it over there;
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| But it never fits
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| And now a hungry night you want more and more
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| And you chip in your little kiss
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| Well, I jumped all his jokers
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| But he trumped all my tricks
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| And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to
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| Stick it into Coolsville… yeah stick it into Coolsville…
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| So now it’s J and B, and me, and that sounds close
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| But it ain’t the same (well, that’s okay)
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| Hot City don’t hurt that much but everything feels the same
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| Well the real thing come and the real thing go…
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| Well the real thing is back in town…
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| Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville…
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| (Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville…
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| Well come on honey, take you back… to Coolsville) |