| Go go boots are back and I think that’s out a site
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| The kids don’t call ‘em that but they’re go go boots alright
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| I was just a little boy the first time they come around
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| But my sister had her some and she wore ‘em up town
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| And she did the dirty dog and the boogaloo all night
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| Go go boots are back and I think that’s out a site
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| Lava lamps were fun but I never wanted one
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| ‘Cause I had a little psychedelic thing of my own
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| Is it really any wonder that I never finished school
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| ‘Cause I’m wanderin' the hallways and I’m grinnin' like a fool
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| And I never needed any kinda artificial light
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| But go go boots are back and I think it’s outasite
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| Wrap yourself around me like a circle ‘round the sun
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| Take me up the country where the crimson waters run
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| ‘Cause the road goes on forever and a circle never ends
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| Everything that goes around comes back around and then
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| Mirror shades are in and I’m wearin' ‘em again
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| They keep the mornin' out and the mystery in
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| Quick — tell me if my eyes are brown or if they’re blue
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| ‘Cause when you look inside all you’re gonna see is you
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| But you’ll know where I’m goin' and where you been alright
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| And go go boots are back and I think it’s outasite |