| I hear those ice cream bells and I start to drool,
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| Keep a couple quarts in my locker at school
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| Yeah, but chocolate’s gettin’old,
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| And vanilla just leaves me cold,
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| There’s just one flavor good enough for me, yeah me,
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| Don’t gimme no crummy taste spoon, I know what I need, baby
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| I love rocky road,
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| So won’t you go and buy a half gallon baby
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| I love rocky road,
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| So have another triple scoop with me, OW!
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| They tell me ice cream junkies are all the same,
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| All the soda jerkers know my name,
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| When their supply is gone,
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| Then I’ll be movin’on
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| But I’ll be back on Monday afternoon,
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| You’ll see, another truckload’s comin’in for me,
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| All for me, I’m singin'
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| I love rocky road,
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| So won’t you go and buy a half gallon baby
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| I love rocky road,
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| So have another triple scoop with me, OW!
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| When I’m all alone,
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| I just grab my self a cone,
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| And if I get fat and lose my teeth that’s fine with me,
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| Just lock me in the freezer, throw away the key, singin',
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| I love rocky road,
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| So won’t you go and buy a half gallon baby
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| I love rocky road,
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| So have another triple scoop with me, OW! |