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I'm going down to Rose Marie's |
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She never does me wrong |
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She puts it to me plain as day |
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And gives it to me for a song |
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It's a wicked life but what the hell |
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How everybody's got to eat |
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And I'm just the same as anyone else |
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When it comes to scratching for my meat |
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Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see some girl |
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Goin' to have some fun, yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun |
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Now whenever I get up |
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And can't find what I need |
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I just make it down to Rose Marie's |
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And get something quick to eat |
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It's not about way to make a living |
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And I ain't complanin' none |
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But I can plough my plum and drink my rum |
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And then go on home and have my fun |
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Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see some girl |
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Goin' to have some fun, yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun |
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Now, if someone offers me a joke |
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I just say, "No thanks" |
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I try to tell it like it is |
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And keep away from pranks |
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Well, other time you know when the well breaks down |
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I just go pump on it some |
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Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places |
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And just sit there waitin' for me to come |
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Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see some girl |
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Goin' to have some fun, yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun |