| Hey there, everybody!
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| So, the truth of the matter is… I can’t speak French worth a fuck.
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| I’m sorry but I love listening to you talk, I could listen all night.
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| So, all I want you to know is playing for you
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| is an absolute privilege coming here.
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| We said no matter what we do, we have to go to Montreal.
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| So, thank you for having us.
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| Some of you know these amazing men that are on stage with me.
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| Of course, on drums, this is Matt Chamberlain.
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| And over here to my right on bass, this is Mr. John Evans.
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| And, of course, this very talented young man who plays everything from congas
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| to guitar, this is Mr. Dan Phelps.
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| Never was a cornflake girl
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| Thought that was a good solution
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| Hanging with the raisin girls
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| She’s gone to the other side
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| Giving us the yo heave ho
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| Things are getting kind of gross
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| And I go at sleepy time
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| This is not really
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| This, this, this is not really happening, hey
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| You bet your life it is
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| You bet your life it is
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| Oh, you bet your life
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| It’s a peel out the watchword
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| Just peel out the watchword
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| She knows she, oh she knows what’s going on
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| Seems we got a cheaper feel now
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| All the sweeteaze are gone
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| Gone to the other side
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| With my encyclopaedia
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| They must have paid her a nice price
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| She’s putting on her string bean love
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| This is not really
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| This, this, this is not really happening, hey
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| You bet your life it is
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| You bet your life it is
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| Oh, you bet your life
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| It’s a peel out the watchword
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| Just peel out the watchword
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| No see she, oh she never was a cornflake girl
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| I thought that was a good solution, uh yea
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| Rabbit, where’d you put the keys, my little girl
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| Rabbit, where’d you put those, put those keys
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| Rabbit, where’d you put the keys
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| Rabbit, where’d you put the keys
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| Where’d you put the keys, girl
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| And the man with the —
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| Thinks he knows, he thinks he knows so much, boys
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| And the man with the —
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| Thinks he knows
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| He thinks he knows so much
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| And the man with the —
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| Thinks he knows
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| He thinks he knows so much now
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| And the man with the golden gun
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| Thinks he knows
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| He thinks he knows so
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| Purrrrrrrrrrrr
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| Rabbit, where’d you put the keys, my little girl
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| Rabbit, where’d you put those, put those keys
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| Where’d you put the keys
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| Rabbit, where’d you put the keys, girl |