| But don’t stare,
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| There’s a boy and he’s young, and he’s scared (why?)
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| And when he gets drunk, he cries.
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| He cries, «oh mama, come on sit by my side»
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| But she don’t, and you wanna know why?
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| She won’t say.
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| What you here for? |
| that old ghost town of a dance floor?
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| They say, «i don’t want to hear that cabaret play,»
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| Here comes the neighborhood.
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| Hey, look over there (where?)
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| Over there, there’s a boy in the symmetry chair,
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| And how’d he get there?
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| Was it you and I?
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| What’d you hear kid? |
| that old ghost town is a trash bin,
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| They say, «oh, I don’t want to hear that cabaret play»
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| 5−6-7−8 more, I’d like to set em' straight
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| But I’m not sure if I’ve got the gaul or the body weight
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| To let the band play, «here comes the neighborhood»
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| They want to know if the shoe do fit,
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| They want to know if the space is legit,
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| They want to hear that low back chain shift,
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| Mr. Officer tell 'em about it
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| Mr. Officer tell me about it |