| Well there comes Lola, out of control-a:
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| She just loves those rhythm and blues.
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| And miss Ivy will be arriving;
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| in leopard skin tights she’s willing to cruise.
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| It’s a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
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| So fork over some bread, it’ll do your head to get low down in the street.
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| There’s Jimmy and Jojo, there’s Kim and Keith,
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| Way outside the eyes of cool.
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| And sweet M.B., and there’s little G.B.
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| Everybody wants to be their fool.
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| It’s a fiend scene and it happens here ev’ry week.
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| Fork over some bread, it’ll do your head to get low down in the street.
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| Some nights are lonely, some nights are lazy,
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| but ain’t nobody try and slip away.
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| They’ll make you loose. |
| They’ll make you crazy.
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| Know what I mean, what you say, what you say.
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| It’s a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
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| So roam on in, it ain’t no sin to get low down in the street. |