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My friend Ferdinand will, if he can |
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Cross that bridge to a little girl's skirt |
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Hands on which he's a terrible flirt |
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Says it's good, tells me that I should |
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Copy him as much as I can |
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Ride into a dock with only one hand |
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"I know you gotta be kiddin' me |
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No man could ever do that and get away" |
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My, my, my, my, Ferdinand |
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Oh, you're telling lies again, Ferdinand |
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Copin' lay one day |
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Said to me 'Boy, hey! |
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Did you hear what is coming from there?' |
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She was pointing at Ferdinand's hand |
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In walks Ferdinand's room |
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Made she cries and beating her chest |
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I know I got what it takes, but boy! |
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You really got the rest |
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"Oh, no, you gotta be kiddin' me! |
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No more, it's just what I need to fade away" |
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My, my, my, my, Ferdinand |
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Oh, you're still a one-man hand, Ferdinand |
