| When I was a little boy
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| So far away from here
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| My daddy was a serviceman
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| He thought I could be him
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| He was an honest communist
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| My mommy was a teacher
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| I tried to be a good boy man
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| But dad was such a preacher
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| He hated sounds of rock-n-roll
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| He called them «boo, boo, boo»
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| And only when I was alone
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| I turned on my radio
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| I didn’t know my English
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| They were just magic sounds
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| I banged my head on my piano
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| When music was around
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| I was getting wild
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| When I heard those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I heard those Dirty Sounds
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| I didn’t wanna be a soldier
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| I didn’t wanna fight at all
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| All I need is my guitar
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| And sweet, sweet rock-n-roll
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| I ran away from daddy’s home
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| Let my hair grow long
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| I put together a rocking band
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| My love was just a song
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| So many years have passed
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| And I’ve become a star
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| My daddy’s telling on TV
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| He bought my first guitar
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| Well, everthing is legal now
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| Big changes in the world
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| I keep my music from the past
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| It’s reel-to-real
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| Rock-N-Roll
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds
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| I was getting wild
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| When I did those Dirty Sounds |