| Call me and I’ll follow you to Pan Pacific Park
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| Monday, be there, you may get a message
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| Monday, be there, you may get a message
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| Downtown they found a light
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| Touch me again and I’ll tell Mrs. Hughes
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| Touch me again and she might blow a fuse
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| That’s the end of the news
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| Rush me to the hospital, steal me a car
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| Bring me some pollywogs home in a jar
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| That’s the way that you are
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| Just the way that you are
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| Right from the start and one at a time
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| Break them apart so I can divide
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| Who got the money, who got the keys?
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| Who’s got the time for times such as these?
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| News coming in that the losers are winners
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| None of us here can watch
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| Tell me again and I’ll touch Mrs. Hughes
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| You’ve got her confidence you get to choose
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| I can hardly refuse
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| Down the town center where somebody died
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| By British home stores just sitting outside
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| Looking self satisfied
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| But the point was beside
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| Down at the shore, some Friday in June
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| Washed in on the tide, lit up by the moon
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| She’ll find a part as she walks in her sleep
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| A piece of the reason dragged up from the deep
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| Small paper packages washed down with gin
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| None of us here can watch
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| Downtown they found
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| Downtown, downtown a light
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| That was the start of it all
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| Oh, that was the start of it all
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| Call me and I’ll follow you to Pan Pacific Park
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| I’ve been a bad, bad man
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| Done some very wicked things, oh baby
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| Been a bad, bad man |