| You can dance around if you want to
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| But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do
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| And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street
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| You better jump right Outta his way
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| Everyone knows it’s a street skit
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| Every time he comes to town
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| Coz he’s got somethin' in his left hip
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| The blues down walk around
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| Funky-junky
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| Funky-junky
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| He’s on Missouri Boulevard
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| About a half o' mile south of the graveyard
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| Better run an leap through funky old dirt
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| Go one don’t find no shame
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| This old muskrat barbeque
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| And a sweetness on the railroad track
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| He’s gotta tiger in his living room
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| He gotta monkey on his back
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| Funky-junky
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| Funky-junky |