| How come he don’t come and P.L.P. |
| with me
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| Down at the meter no more?
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| And how come he turn off the TV
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| And hang that sign on the door?
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| Well, we call, and we call
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| «How come?», we say
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| Hey, what could make a boy behave this way, yeah?
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| Well, he learned all of the lines now
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| And every time
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| He don’t, uh, stutter when he talks
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| And it’s true, it’s true
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| He sure has acquired
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| This kind of cool and inspired sort of jazz when he walks
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| Where’s his jacket and his old blue jeans?
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| If, if this ain’t healthy, it is some kinda clean
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| But that means that Chuck E.'s in love, my, my
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| Chuck E.'s in love, love, love, love
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| Chuck E.'s in love, uh-huh
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| Chuck E.'s in
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| I don’t believe what you’re saying to me
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| This is something that I’ve got to see
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| Is he here?
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| I look in the pool hall
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| But is he here?
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| I look in the drugstore
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| But is he here?
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| No, he don’t come here no more
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| Well, I tell you what
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| I saw him
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| He was sittin' behind us
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| Down at the Pantages
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| And whatever it is
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| That he’s got up his sleeve
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| Well, I hope it isn’t contagious
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| What’s her name?
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| Is that her there?
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| Oh, Christ, I think he’s even combed his hair
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| And is that her?
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| Well, then, what’s her name?
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| Oh, it’s never gonna be the same
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| That’s not her
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| I know what’s wrong
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| Cause Chuck E.'s in love with the little girl singing this song
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| And don’t you know
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| Chuck E.'s in love, yeah, yeah
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| Chuck E.'s in love, love, love, love
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| Chuck E.'s in love, my, my
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| Chuck E.'s in
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| Chuck E.'s in love
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| Chuck E.'s in love
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| He’s in love, love, love with me |