| Now I’ve got a guy and his name is Dooley
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| He’s my guy and I love him truly
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| He’s not good lookin', heaven knows
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| But I’m wild about his crazy clothes
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| He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
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| Tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| And a big Panama with a purple hat band
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| He takes me deep-sea fishing in a submarine
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| We got to drive-in movies in a limousine
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| He’s got a whirly-birdy and a 12-foot yacht
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| Ah, but that’s-a not all he’s got
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| He’s got tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
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| Tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| And a big Panama with a purple hat band
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| Now Dooley had a feelin' we were goin' to war
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| So he went out and enlisted in a fightin' corps
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| But he landed in the brig for raisin' such a storm
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| When they tried to put 'em in a uniform
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| He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
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| He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| And a big Panama with a purple hat band
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Now one day Dooley started feelin' sick
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| And he decided that he better make his will out quick
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| He said «Just before the angels come to carry me I want it down in writin' how to bury me.»
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| A’wearin tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
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| Give me tan shoes with pink shoelaces
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| And a big Panama with a purple hat band
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh |