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I got some so-called friends |
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They'll smile right to my face |
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Oh, when my back is turned |
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They'd like to stick it to me |
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Yes they would |
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Oh no no, oh no no |
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There's only one thing I need to know |
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Whose side are you on? |
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I fly into J.F.K. |
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My heart goes boom boom boom |
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I know that customs man |
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He's going to take me |
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To that little room |
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Oh no no. Oh no, no |
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There's only one thing I need to know |
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Whose side are you on, whose side are you on? |
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I got the paranoia blues |
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Fnom knockin' around in New York City |
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Where they roll you for a nickel |
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And they stick you for the extra dime |
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Anyway you choose |
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You're bound to lose in New York City |
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Oh, I just got out in the nick of time |
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Well, I just got out in the nick of time |
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Once I was down in Chinatown |
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I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon |
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I happened to turn around |
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And when I looked I see |
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My Chow Fon's gone |
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Oh no, no, Oh no, no |
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There's only one thing I need to know |
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Whose side are you on, whose side are you on? |
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Well, there's only one thing I need to know |
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Whose side, whose side, whose side? |
