| Charlie’s gotta Band
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| It’s a really big one
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| He’s a master, a king
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| He got it all
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| But you don’t know all his wills
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| Women on his left and on his right
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| With fishnet stocking
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| And padded bras
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| And you love them all
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| But not for real
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| And you push
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| Your accelerator to the speed
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| And none can stop you on the street
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| Born to be wild Born to be free
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| Born to be Wild North Italy
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| Charlie’s gotta Band
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| Don’t care to be written up
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| Born to be Wild
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| They got it all
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| And a strong cold wind
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| Goes through theyr hair
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| When you get high
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| You get high on speed
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| Whiskey in your hand
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| It’s your usual drink
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| And if you’re gonna fight
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| It’s only when you’re right
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| And you push
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| Your accelerator to the speed
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| And none can stop you on the street
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| Born to be wild … |