| Oh, yeah
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| Ooh, oh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Oh, yeah
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| He’s a thunderbox, sure
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| You got your hot pants round your shoulders
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| Lick your lips and you a fox
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| Everybody stopped and told us
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| They say you got a thunderbox
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| You can see for yourself, I’ve got a clean bill of health
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| I ain’t never seen a thunderbox
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| Oh, oh, what do you know
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| Well, I get to sing--solo
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| He’s a thunderbox
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| Oh yea, he’s a thunderbox…
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| Well, was your claim to fame
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| In the same letter name
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| It’s your game I’m playing
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| While the music is swaying
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| Oh, I’m so glad I came in here
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| He’s a thunderbox
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| Oh yea, he’s a thunderbox…
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| You’re not a lot, you know, when you ain’t a gypsy
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| And a hooker with your wicked knots
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| I had to park the car and take a look to see
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| 'Cause I ain’t never seen a thunderbox
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| Oh, oh, well, I don’t know where you’ve been
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| But I can guess what you’ve seen
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| You know what I mean
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| He’s a thunderbox
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| Oh, yea, he’s a thunderbox…
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| Oh, oh, I can see what you’ve got
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| Since you sure got a lot
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| And, and the band’s still playing
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| Let the music sway
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| Oh, I’m so glad I came in here
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| He’s a thunderbox
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| Oh, yea, he’s a thunderbox…
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| Some say you from Dallas there
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| And you’re hooked on pork and beans
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| But I think it might be you’re from Louisiana
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| Roundabout New Orleans
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| I can see you don’t smell like no flower
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| But I can say the same for myself
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| Tell you girl, I know that you know that I know I’ve got my reasons
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| You know that you’re bad yourself
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| Don’t ask me for no answers
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| You could never ever take the shock
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| I’ve got the grief and I’ll take my chances
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| Rolling with my thunderbox
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| Oh, oh, I guess you may say
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| It’s just a casual affair
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| But I just got to know you all
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| He’s a thunderbox
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| Oh, yea, he’s a thunderbox… |