| Hot wax drippin'
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| Honey what do you say
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| I got a brand new record
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| That I gotta play
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| She says not now boy
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| But I did anyway
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| 'Cause I’m ready, so ready
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| Lip smackin' paddy wackin'
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| Walkin' the street
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| I got a rag top chevy
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| Now I’m back on my feet
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| I get an EMHO woody
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| When I sit in the seat
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| 'Cause I’m ready, so ready, yeah
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| I got a girlfriend with the hoochy-coochy eyes
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| 'Cause in the pink she look so fine
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| She got the cracker jack now all I wants the prize, honey heh heh heh
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| I know these hookers down on 42nd street, but
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| Ill-gotten booty’s not my style
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| I’ll take a rain check 'til I get back on my feet, honey heh heh yeah
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| 'Cause I’m
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| Alright
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| Your daddy says I’m
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| Alright
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| Your momma says I’m
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| Alright
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| And my old lady says I’m
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| Alright
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| Whip crackin' floozy
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| Way outta control
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| She got a new kinda jelly
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| In her jelly roll
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| I got the right key baby
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| But the wrong keyhole
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| And I’m ready, so ready
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| I’m a red hot pistol
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| And I’m ready to fight
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| I’m a thirty eight special
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| On a Saturday night
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| I’m gonna kiss your boo-boo honey
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| Make it alright
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| 'Cause I’m ready, so ready ooh
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| I got a cruiser with a bimbo on the dash
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| It kinda keeps my ass in line
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| One little french kiss honey that’s my kinda trash, yeah
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| My brand new baby’s lookin f-I-n-e FINE
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| The sun is shinin' every day
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| Ain’t got no rubbers now it’s rainin all the time, honey
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| But I’m
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| Alright
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| My little sister says I’m
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| Alright
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| Ohh my brother thinks I’m
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| Alright
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| And my old lady knows I’m
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| Alright
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| I feel like I’m hung up on the line
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| I’d die for you but we were partners in the crime
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| Everything about you is so f-I-n-e- FINE
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| Let’s put our clothes back on
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| And by the way girl
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| What’s your name again? |
| uh huh
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| But I’m
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| Alright
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| You’re daddy says I’m
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| Alright
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| And the Tipper thinks I’m
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| Alright
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| And Joe Perry says I’m
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| Alright
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| Pitched my tent
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| In the pouring rain
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| I got a back seat lover
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| That’s callin' my name
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| She gonna blow my cover
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| She’s hot as a flame
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| But I’m ready, so ready, ow
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| I shove my tongue
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| Right between your cheeks
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| I haven’t made love now
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| For twenty-five weeks
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| I hear that your so tight
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| Your lovin' squeaks
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| And I’m ready, so ready
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |