| I was nighthawkin’in my taxi
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| on a cool ____ down by the breadline.
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| My fare was a shaky old lush
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| So I kicked it over and took off.
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| He whipped out this switchblade straight out of nowhere
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| and held it to my throat.
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| He said, «You ever been over to the war, boy?»
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| I said, «I was a combat paratrooper, daddy.»
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| Well, at that he slump back cool and he pocket that steel.
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| He say, «Take me down to Fourth and Main.»
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| Oh, that paratroop bluff always cools those red-eyed demons.
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| But in the last block that cat was singin',
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| He was in the back seat singin’to me this song:
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| «I got my VA eye, boy,
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| I got Miami water on my hip.
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| You better go down and re-enlist again.
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| Oh, boy, don’t you miss the Vietnam War?
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| I want to do, I want to do it,
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| I want to do the bloody boogaloo.
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| I’m just a red-necked son of a gun
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| I want to kill me a gook before dawn.»
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| Oh, I was nighthawkin’in my taxi.
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| I was nighthawkin', for my change.
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| I was nighthawkin'. |