| Knuckle down, love his skin
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| It doesn’t matter what color skin he’s locked in, knuckle down
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| Knuckle down and love that skin
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| Knuckle down, love his race
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| It doesn’t matter if you win or lose a little face
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| Knuckle down and love that race
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| Because
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| One bright morning, the world might end with a big bang
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| Big bang
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| And you’ll never ever get yourself another chance
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| So put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo
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| About people being different
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| They’re not so different
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| Take them by the arms and run to the street
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| Take a little drum to supply some beat
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| Soon the whole world will be up on its feet
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| And dancing
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
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| Mine, mine
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| For my sake, won’t you put you knuckles down, boys, oys, oys
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| Knuckle down, love her skin
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| It doesn’t matter what color skin she’s locked in, knuckle down
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| Knuckle down and love that skin
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| Knuckle down, love her race
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| It doesn’t matter if you win or lose a little face
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| Knuckle down and love that race
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| Be-be-because
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| One bright morning you just might wake when the coin drops
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| Coin drops
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| Even though you think that love is such a corny thing
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| You can burst the bubble, it’s full up with trouble
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| Says that people always got to be a-fighting, not right
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| Take them by the arms and run to the fields
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| Blow on your horn until Jericho yields
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| Soon the whole world will lay down swords and shields
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| For singing
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
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| Mine, mine
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down?
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| Take them by the arms and run to the streets
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| Take a little drum to kick up some beat
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| Soon the whole world will be up on it’s feet
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| And da-da-da-da-da-da-dancing
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
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| Mine, mine
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
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| Mine, mine
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| For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down? |