| Gonna hop in the hack and turn on the key,
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| Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free,
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| Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day,
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| Push in the button, let the top ten play.
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.
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| Give me a little of that old time love,
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| Cause I ain’t never had near enough.
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| Honey, walk that walk with style and grace,
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| This ain’t no knock-down drag-out race.
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| It don’t matter much, pick any gear,
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| Grind you a valve and drop the rear.
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| Baby, baby what can I say,
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| I’m here to drive those blues away.
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| I sent a letter to a man I know,
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| Said, «One for the money, two for the show.»
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| Wait all summer for his reply
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| Said, «Three to get ready and four to fly.»
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| Only two things in the world I love,
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| That’s rock 'n roll and my turtle dove.
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| When I was a young man I needed good luck,
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| But I’m a little bit older now and I know my stuff.
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
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| Woh honey, let me sing your blues away. |