| She’s always appearing with a band of renown
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| You want to go and see her when you’re feeling down
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| She’s a breathtaking spectacle with guaranteed hope
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| She’ll make you feel good, 'cause she’s the best thing since soap
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| She’ll greet you in the alley with her fortified smile
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| She’s the original sideshow and she’s got her own style
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| Pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
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| Yes, I say, pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
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| 'Cause she’s a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run
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| Now, she dances on air just like Superman’s child
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| Like a filter-tip cig’rette she’s wild but she’s mild
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| She’s more fun than Colorado, and more far-out than Maine
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| She comes on like thunder and she’s more right than rain
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| She’s the mother of earth, and the goddess of thirst
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| She’s the chicken and the egg and whichever came first
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| Pardon my baby, she got to have a chance
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| Oh, I say pardon my baby, she got to have a chance
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| 'Cause she’s a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her dance
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| Woo
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| Oh, my
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| Somebody get the piano player a drink of water
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| Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
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| Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
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| Yes, she’s a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run
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| Woo
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| My, my |