| Babs and Clean Willie were in love they said
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| So in love the preacher’s face turned red
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| Soon everybody knew the thing was dead
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| He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night, yeah
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| She go crazy
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| Got to make a getaway, Papa say
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| Oh, no hesitation
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| No tears and no hearts breakin'
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| No remorse
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| Oh, congratulations
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| This is your Haitian divorce
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| She takes the taxi to the good hotel
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| Bon marché as far as she can tell
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| She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell
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| She feels alright, she get it on tonight, yeah
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| Mister driver
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| Take me where the music play, Papa say
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| Oh, no hesitation
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| No tears and no hearts breakin'
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| No remorse
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| Oh, congratulations
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| This is your Haitian divorce
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| At the Grotto
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| In the greasy chair
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| Sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair
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| When she smiled, she said it all
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| The band was hot so
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| They danced the famous Merengue
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| Now we dolly back
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| Now we fade to black
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| Tearful reunion in the U.S.A
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| Day by day those memories fade away
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| Some babies grow in a peculiar way
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| It changed, it grew, and everybody knew, yeah
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| Semi-mojo
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| Who’s this kinky so-and-so? |
| Papa go
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| Oh, no hesitation
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| No tears and no hearts breakin'
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| No remorse
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| Oh, congratulations
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| This is your Haitian divorce |