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Jump at the sun |
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And if you miss |
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You can't help |
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But grab some stars |
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(Don't give me an answer I'll wish I never asked) |
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44 robbers |
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I got up at half past |
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Four fourty-four robbers around my door |
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Fourty-four and maybe more |
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What the hell they want me for? |
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Stubbly faces & gap-toothed grins |
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Ain't no way I'm lettin' them in no way |
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You can't come in |
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Fourty-four robbers stinkin' of gin uh huh |
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I ain't lettin' you in I'll hit you with a rolling pin |
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So small can't hurt a fly |
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Get in my way and I'll sure as hell |
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Try to kick your butt down the block |
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Can't wait yellin' for the cops fifty dealers |
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And fifty thieves starring at the drive-in on my street shit |
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Over my shoulder theres popeye and bluto looking nasty |
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Can I remember my judo? |
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It's always like this |
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Going out alone so damn scared |
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Might never leave home |
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I've got my freedom |
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I've got my pride all means nothin' with these men outside |
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Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff |
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Blocking my way out |
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I've had enough! give me justice |
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Hand it over now gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... see ya! |
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Sly stallone and al capone are giving me grief on the telephone |
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All I want is a swiss cheese sarnie |
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When I at the deli stands big arnie hey jean-claude |
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Move aside I'm just having a beer on my own |
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Don't mean hulk hogan can take me home |
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I've got my mace but my loud-as-**** whistle is so innefective |
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I just pray the epistles for help to come someday soon |
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But until then I'll stay in my room |
