| I went down to Paradise Garage
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| And took my place in line
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| The cashier said
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| «Are you alright?»
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| I said «I'm feelin' fine»
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| I’m a stranger to Nirvana,
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| I don’t box outside my weight
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| But when I stepped out of the taxi
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| I did not anticipate this feelin'
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| (Oh excuse me, sir…
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| Oh, no, no, after you…)
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| Baby’s got a dream and she can boogie
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| Daddy’s got a groove that’s coming clean
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| Jemie’s got a vision of a permanent position
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| Me, I’m oiling up my dance machine
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| Well, I’m from Plainsbro, New Jersery,
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| And I didn’t bring a date
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| I guess I wasn’t really sure
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| If you’d be boogeyin' this late
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| I can’t think were I put my wallet
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| Naive suburban fool
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| You wouldn’t think that I’d spent hours outside
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| French polishing my cool…
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| And feelin' so strange
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| (I said after you…
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| I’m a gentleman…
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| Well, by implication)
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| Baby’s got a dream and she can boogie
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| Daddy’s got a groove that’s comin' clean
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| Jemie’s got a vision of a permanent position,
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| Me, I’m oiling up my dance maching
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| Gotta boogie!
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| Baby’s got a dream and she can boogie
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| Daddy’s got a groove that’s comin' clean
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| Jemie’s got a vision, of a permanent position
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| Me, I’m oiling up my dance machine
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| And it goes like this
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| Well, I really only stepped inside to vary my routine
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| You see, I read about this discotheque
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| In New York Magazine
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| (Hey Baby,
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| What’s your sign?
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| And haven’t we met before?)
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| I really must suggest
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| That we’ve achieved a rare rapport
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| Hit the ceiling
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| (Where are you?
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| Come on,
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| Come on You’re usually so punctual)
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| Gotta boogie
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| (Uh, no, I had a little trouble at the door,
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| But, anyway, twenty bucks took care of it…
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| Do you come here a lot?)
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| Gotta boogie |