| Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
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| Wond’ring what I’ll do when I’m through tonight
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| Smokin' mopin' maybe just hopin'
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| Some little girl will pass on by
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| To wanna be alone
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| But I love my girl at home
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| I remember what she said
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| She said, My! |
| My! |
| My!
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| Don’t tell lies!
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| Keep fidelity in your head!
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| My! |
| My! |
| My! |
| Don’t tell lies!
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| When you’ve done your show go to bed
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| Don’t say Hi! |
| like a spider to a fly
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| Jump right ahead and you’re dead!
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| Sit up fed up low down go 'round
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| Down to the bar at the place I’m at
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| Sittin' drinkin' superficially thinkin'
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| About the rins’d out blonde on my left
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| And then I said Hi! |
| like a spider to a fly
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| Rememb’ring what my little girl said
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| She was coming flirty
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| She look’d about thirty
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| I would have run away, but I was on my own
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| She told me later she’s a machine operator
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| She said she liked the way I held the microphone
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| I said, My! |
| My! |
| My! |
| Like a spider to a fly
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| Jump right ahead in my web! |