| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight;
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| They’re bigger than robins and they’re wild tonight.
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight
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| And your screens ain’t tight at all.
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| Lorena, won’t you come and scratch my back, while
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| I’m leavin' but you know I’m comin' back in style.
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| Drivin' a long, white foreign car,
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| Dressed like a foreign movie star,
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| Think how happy you could be
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| If you took a little tip from me!
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight;
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| They’re bigger than robins and they’re wild tonight.
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight
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| And your screens ain’t tight at all.
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| Lorena, come and see this truth I found.
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| You were missin' on the day they passed good sense around.
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| If you had any sense then you’d have to agree;
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| If you had any sense then you couldn’t love me.
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| Give me a sweet little kiss,
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| And just remember this:
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight;
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| They’re bigger than robins and they’re wild tonight.
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight
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| And your screens ain’t tight at all.
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight;
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| They’re bigger than robins and they’re wild tonight.
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| Skeeters’ll gitcha if your screens ain’t tight
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| And your screens ain’t tight at all.
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| No, your screens ain’t tight at all! |