| Come on!
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| Ooooh
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| Come on!
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| Looking back on when I
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| Was a little nappy headed boy
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| Then my only worry
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| Was for Christmas what would be my toy
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| Even though we sometimes
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| Would not get a thing
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| We were happy with the
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| Joy the day would bring
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| Sneaking out the back door
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| To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
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| Greeted at the back door
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| With, «Boy, thought I told you not to go outside»
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| Trying your best to bring the water to your eyes
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| Thinking it might stop her from whooping your behind
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| 'Cause I love them so
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| Brother says he’s telling
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| About you playing doctor with that girl
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| Just don’t tell and I’ll give you
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| Anything you want in this whole wide world
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| Mama gives you money for Sunday school
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| You trade yours for candy after church is through
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| Smoking cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall
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| (You nasty boy)
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| Teacher sends you to the principal’s office down the hall
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| You grow up and learn that kind of thing isn’t right
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| But while you were doing it, it sure felt outta sight
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| One, two, one, two, three, Stevie!
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| Stevie I would love to get me back to these days |