| Down in the street
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| There’s a gunshot warnin'
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| Here comes that blue parade
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| Ready to save the day
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| Down in the street
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| There’s a whole block burning
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| Shout out for rent control
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| I ride the gang patrol
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| Oh it’s just another sign
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| That summer’s comin'
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| City wars and flash floods and tornados
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| Festivals for rock and roll season
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| Beach talk baseball and a handy houshold hymns
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| Yes it’s true in the U.S. of A
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| There’s lots of room at the top
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| Oh but you can’t sit down
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| On, no you can’t sit down
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| And don’t you know that boudoir
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| Looks just a ball and chain
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| Oh, no you can’t sit down
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| All through the night
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| You hear gunshot warnings
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| This time it wasn’t you
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| Paid your dues
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| All through the night
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| You hear the city moaning
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| But be a tomcat prowling
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| Baby, your stomach’s growling
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| Oh, it’s just another sign
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| That summer’s comin'
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| City wars and flash floods and tornados
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| Festivals for rock and roll season
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| Beach talk baseball and a handy household hymns |