| Come on — joey get out of school
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| We got places to go
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| A '57 lincoln you got a radio that hurts
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| And the girls like to touch it
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| Just to find out if it works
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| But don’t look at me
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| It wasn’t me
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| Joey live on the edge of the corner
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| Of living on the run
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| I like to ride in the middle
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| I’m just tryin to have some fun
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| Until the pirates come
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| And take me
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| And i won’t need a pilot
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| Got a pirate who might sail
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| Somewhere i heard far away
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| You answer me
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| So i’m holding on
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| To your rainbow sleeves
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| Well, goodbye boys,
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| Oh my buddy boys,
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| Oh my sad-eyed sinatras
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| It’as a cold globe around the sea
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| You keep the shirt that i bought ya
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| And i know you’ll get the chance to make it
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| And nothin’s gonna stop you
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| You just reach right out and take it
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| You say — so long, lonely avenue
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| So long lonely avenue
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| I’ll see you there
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| Wait 'n see
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| Be lookin' for me
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| Just like you
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| Just like me |