| Home grown alligator, see you later
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| Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
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| Something changed in the atmosphere
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| Architecture unfamiliar
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| I could get used to this
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreamin' of
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| If you need me you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| South of the Equator, navigator
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| Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
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| And deep sea divin' 'round the clock, bikini bottoms, lager tops
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| I could get used to this
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreamin' of
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| If you need me you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| We got two in the front
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| Three in the back
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| Sailin' along
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| And we don’t look back
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreamin' of
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| If you need me you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone
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| I’ll be ridin' shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feelin' like a someone |