| Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue
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| To find the Stax and Sun
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| They were reaching to get to
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| They was a rapping the flat scat
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| Diamond dialectos of points and taps
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| Between the chicken and the back
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| They drew themselves a be-bop
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| Midnight map
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| They said «do you got a map the next joint?»
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| «Do you got a map the next joint?»
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| Pick it up on the night train
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| Down on the corner of rhythm and blues
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| Where I have met all of my boys since
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| Back in '52
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| Bringing 'em Stax and Sun
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| Cuz I think that Cleveland forgot
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| And Memphis forgot
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| Where they were coming from
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| Do ya like it? |
| Do ya like it like that?
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| Do you like rapping the fat scat?
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| Woody and Dutch dance in the cell of fourteen
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| Like a pill they do it all night
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| Spectators
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| White-walls, find and greased back
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| Every Saturday night
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| Leaning in the scenery
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| Picking up the kids
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| At the next door neighbors'
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| «Yeah I know what you did
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| Yeah I got a room you can stay in
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| If you promise you won’t make so much noise»
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| «No I won’t»
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| «No I don’t!» |