| I got a gal who lives on the south
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| She’s alright for a kiss
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| I stop off at eight
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| Before our date
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| She likes to carry on like this
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| She tells me «Daddy you know I love you»
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| But when you got to split
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| You bring you plenty of dough
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| And don’t be slow
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| Nine o’clock is when the band starts to hit
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| Stop
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| Stop right dead in your tracks
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| Drop
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| Drop it and don’t look back
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| Roll
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| Oh time to stroll
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| If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
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| First we stop off at the shim-sham
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| A little place across the track
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| Then she drops off all the flim-flam
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| And everybody balls the jack
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| Then she cut down on the snake hips
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| She said yeah you right
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| But when she starts to giggle
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| Starts to squirm wiggle
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| She keeps on popping till the broad daylight
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| Stop
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| Stop right dead in your tracks
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| Drop
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| Drop it and don’t look back
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| Roll
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| Oh time to stroll
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| If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
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| Stop
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| Stop right dead in your tracks
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| Drop
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| Drop it and don’t look back
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| Roll
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| Oh time to stroll
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| If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
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| Let it roll…
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| Stop drop roll
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| If it gets to hot
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| Stop, drop roll
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| Stop, drop roll
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| If it gets to hot
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| Stop, drop roll |