| Shoo Ba Doop
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| You can’t touch me when I sing this song
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| Shoo Ba Doop Doop
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| And can’t nobody do me wrong, no
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| One thing about music
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| When it hits you, you feel no pain
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| That’s why I sing, Shoo Ba Doop Doop
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| And I’m a sing it til it’s time to go home, baby
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| It’s just another usual morning
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| I’m hung the fuck over in my cubicle snoring
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| All of a sudden, out the blue with no warning
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| My boss comes by to review my performance
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| He’s yapping bout my attitude and how poor it is
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| And the size of my headache done grew to enormous
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| Damn, what can I do to avoid this?
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| I hate this fucking job it’s so stupid and pointless
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| I tune out the humans with voices
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| And my mind plays games like computers with joysticks
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| I start thinking about a beautiful chorus
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| With musical chords that are suitable for this moment
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| And you can fire me on the spot
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| I clear my desk feeling irey bombaclot
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| Cause I’m ain’t trying to be something I’m not
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| But I can’t lose it, I need this job, cue the music
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| I’m at the restaurant bussing away dishes
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| Pissed off cause the customers ain’t tipping
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| I missed a spot and the manager starts tripping
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| But I can’t hear em, the beats on my iPod’s kicking
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| All I can do at work is think about rhyme patterns
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| One handed while I’m juggling nine platters
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| It’s something I do as a time passer
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| It makes shit that I hate to do go by faster
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| Man, I’m always stuck cleaning the restrooms it isn’t fair
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| But I don’t really care, acoustics are better there
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| And when it’s time to close, it’s a private show
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| Restock while I rock mops like a microphone
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| Yeah, the night’s are long and the pays weak
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| But I don’t complain, that ain’t how momma raised me
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| Nothing can phase me, I’m loving the blues
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| Everyday I punch in and start humming this tune
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| Sing it like this Shoo Ba Doop
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| When that annoying co-worker spends too much time at your desk
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| Just sing it like this
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| Shoo Ba Doop Doop
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| If you delivering pizza and you can’t find the address
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| Just sing it like this
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| Shoo Ba Doop
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| If your doing landscaping and the weather outside is a mess
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| Just sing it like this
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| Shoo Ba Doop Doop
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| And I’m a sing it til it’s time to go home baby |