| Little Joe, run for the border
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| Leave your home, leave your mother and father
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| Go to where the reptiles roam
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| On the side of the border that is your home
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| Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on you
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| As you run for cover
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| Those sticks and fire, sticks and fire, won"t break your bones
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| It is a lie
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| Little Joe, just like your father
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| Your eyes will water, your guts will splatter
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| Those sticks and fire, sticks and fire, won"t break your bones
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| It is a lie
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| Litle Joe, run for the border
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| Leave your whole home, leave your mother and father
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| Go to where the reptiles roam
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| They"re waiting for you little Joe
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| Little Joe run for the border
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| Leave your home, leave your mother and father
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| Go to where the reptiles roam
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| On the side of the border that is your home
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| Little Joe, just like your father
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| Your eyes will water, your guts will splattter |