| In my little green jacket, I just can’t miss
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| In my little green jacket, I’m the King of Kiss!
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| Struttin' down the street, I’m a lady-killin' genuine lover-man
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| In my little green jacket
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| And my Coppertone tan
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| Now I’ve got a secret weapon, when I’m feelin' blue
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| When I want to meet a pretty girl, here’s what I do:
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| You know, I reach into my closet and slip my secret on
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| (Wah wah wah…)
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| I sashay out the door and wham! |
| my troubles are gone
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| In my little green jacket, I just can’t miss
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| (Aw no!)
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| In my little green jacket, I’m the King of Kiss
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| Struttin' down the street, I’m a lady-killin' genuine lover man
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| In my little green jacket
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| And my Coppertone tan
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| When the girlies start their whistlin', I don’t pay no mind
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| I go into my two-step and I leave them far behind
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| Stride around the corner
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| And reach my little lady fair
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| She’ll sing, «I love you truly» when she sees me standin' there
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| In my little green jacket, I just can’t miss
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| (Can't see how,)
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| In my little green jacket, I’m the King of Kiss
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| Well, you know I’m struttin' down the street, I’m a lady-killin' genuine lover
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| man
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| In my little green jacket
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| And my Coppertone tan
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| In my little green jacket
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| And my Coppertone tan
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| In my little green jacket
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| And my Coppertone tan
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| Hoo! |
| Ah!!! |