| Well, I’ve been hangin' around
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| I’m just one of a crowd
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| And there ain’t much goin' on
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| Till I was cruising along with the radio on
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| Playin' one of my favourite songs
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| Now they are checking my tyres
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| I’ll get my girl on the wire
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| Supposin' I ever find a phone
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| But to my utter dismay I got the answer okay
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| The other voice was a baritone
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Got to get back on the road again
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| Feelin' less than inspired I chased a girl I admired
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| Her fancy coat was a real racoon
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| She could begin the beguine
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| While reading Life magazine
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| And feed her face with a silver spoon
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| I must be so debonair
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| I threw my glass in the air
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| And said do you wanna take me home
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| For making such a display
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| She drove me down to the bay
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| And threw me out in the danger zone
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Got to get back on the road again
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| Well, I been gettin' up early with some beautiful girls
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| And I’ll admit I’ve enjoyed a few
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| I’m tired of tracking around
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| I end up being the hound
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| I know this is what I’m gonna do
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| I gotta get some honey
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| With a big white sunny top
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| Road rocket Chevrolet
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| So with her seat belt tied
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| I’ll pull into the side
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| Till the cops tow the car away
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Got to get back on the road again |