| I’ve always listened to my critics
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| Ever since the age of five
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| They called me Skinny Bones and a tall drink of water
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| I’ve grown so tired of hearing that Jive
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| Thrown your share of sticks and stones dear
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| But you never broke my heart in two
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| You broke it into several thousand little pieces
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| One by one gonna pick’em up until my heart is true
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| Won’t let it make me sad
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| Won’t let it make me feel bad
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| I know just the thing to tell myself
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| You shake that thing Skinny Bones
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| You gotta work with what you got
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| You gotta shake rattle and roll your bones
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| To hell with what you’re not
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| You got to shake rattle and roll your bones
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| You shake that thing Skinny Bones
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| You gotta work with what you got
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| You gotta shake rattle and roll your bones
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| To hell with what you’re not
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| You got to shake that thing
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| You said I was an ugly duckling
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| But I am rubber you are glue
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| I’m gonna fluff my feathers into your tar, honey
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| How does it feel coming back to you
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| Thrown the weight off of my shoulders
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| Now I’m free to stand up straight
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| So you can eat your heart out, eat your heart out
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| There’s a party going on
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| It’s called like dear, I must be gone
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| I’d wait for you but you take too long
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| And I’m already late
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| Won’t let it make me sad
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| Won’t let it make me feel bad
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| I know just the thing to tell myself
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| You shake that thing Skinny Bones
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| You gotta work with what you got
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| You gotta shake rattle and roll your bones
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| To hell with what you’re not
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| You got to shake rattle and roll your bones
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| You gotta shake that thing Skinny Bones
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| You gotta work with what you got
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| You gotta shake rattle and roll your bones
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| To hell with what you’re not
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| You got to shake that thing |