| She’s a doll, she’s a queen, she’s a tantalizing teen
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| And Karen is her name (they call her Karen)
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| At a party she’s a stomper
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| And a rock and rollin' romper
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| Everybody’s glad she came
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| Hey that’s Karen
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| On a surfboard she’s the greatest
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| Hits a tennis ball the straightest
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| And on skis, she’s just the end
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| She’s a gone folk singer
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| And a teenage ring-a-dinger
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| And she’s everybody’s friend
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| Hey that’s Karen
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| She sets her hair with great precision
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| It’s her favorite indoor sport
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| And by the light of a television
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| She can even write a book report
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| I’m so proud when people see me
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| Walking with a girl so dreamy
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| I just can’t believe she’s mine (they call her Karen)
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| She’s a teenage ring-a-dinger
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| But some day I’ll wedding ring her
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| She’s a year-round Valentine
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| Hey that’s Karen
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| In my old '57 T-Bird
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| When Karen’s by my isde
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| It flies like an XKE Bird
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| Yeah the Stingrays and the Mustangs hide
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| With the schooners and the bowlers
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| With their hair put up in rollers
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| Karen’s always in a whirl
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| She’s alarming, most disarming, but a really very charming modern girl |