| I know you come here to this bar
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| Cuz no one here knows who you are
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| You watch the band sing tra-la-la
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| You wear your Eau J’ai Connais Pas
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| My sister knew you back in school
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| Said you were nobody’s fool
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| But you let it slip away
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| Sittin' there surfin' USA
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| I’m not talking about a song
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| The things you did were wrong
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| Just trying to have some fun
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| Didn’t hurt anyone
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| But you wasted time
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| It’s a long sad tale
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| We’re glad to see you’re finally out of jail
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| There’s not much left to say
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| Let that guitar player play
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| J’ai Connais Pas anyway
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| I’m not talking about a song
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| Oh I’m not
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| I think the thing you did was wrong
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| Trying to have some fun
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| Didn’t hurt no one but yourself
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| And wasted
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| It’s a long sad tale
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| I know you spent some time in a jail
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| Happiness is what you choose
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| When there’s nothing left to loose
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| From Biloxi to the Blues
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| It’s a long sad tale
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| And I’m so glad you’re out of jail
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| I see you don’t have much to say
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| Let that guitar player play
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| J’ai Connais Pas anyway |