| I’ve gotta get up to get down and start all over again
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| Head on down to the basement and shout
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| Kick those white mice and black dogs out
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| Kick those white mice and baboons out
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| Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
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| And get it on get it on
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| On the day that you got born
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| They had to dig him from the ground
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| They chipped him from the frozen snow
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| They dug his monkey fingers
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| But he had no where to go
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| They dug his pink hair curlers
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| They dug his sequined gown
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| They dug his Stratocaster
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| They dug his pornographic crown
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| He’s got some words of wisdom!
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| I got some words of wisdom!
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| He’s got some words of wisdom!
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| I got some words of wisdom!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| On the day that
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| You got born!
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| He crawled out of the ooze
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| He defied evolution
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| He had green flippers and sang the blues
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| He caused a revolution
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| He got in the British weeklies
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| He got in the dailies too
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| He drank panther piss and fucked the girls you’re probably married to
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| He’s got some words of wisdom!
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| I got some words of wisdom!
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| He’s got some words of wisdom!
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| I got some words of wisdom!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| On the day that
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| You got born!
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| You gotta do The Vaughan (do The Vaughan!)
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| Yeah, papa’s down (papa's down!)
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| Sweets is sweet (sweets is sweet!)
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| Tex is on (tex is on!)
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| Then one day he went away
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| His neighbour claimed he’d shot him
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| If he hadn’t of disappeared
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| The Taxman would have got him
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| Yeah but before I leave
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| I call out from the storm
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| For those who gave their lives
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| So we could get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| On the day that
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| You got born!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on!
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| Get it on! |