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Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom |
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Drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room |
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Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night |
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Sugarman says, "Baby, everything's alright" |
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Goin' downtown, downtown, town |
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Goin' down, downtown |
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Montclaire de Havelin doin' the St.Vitus dance |
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Lookin' for someone to chop the lumber in his pants |
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How am I gonna unload all this ice and all this mink? |
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All the traffic in the streets but it's so hard to think |
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Goin' downtown, downtown, town |
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Goin' down, downtown |
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Frankie wearin' lipstick, Pierre Cardin |
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I swear to God, I seen him holdin' hands with Jimmy Bond |
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Sally's high on crank and hungry for some sweets |
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Fem in the sheets but she butch in the streets |
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Goin' downtown, downtown, town |
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Goin' down, downtown |
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It's cool of the evening, the sun's goin' down |
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Want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around |
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I want to break your bottle and spill out all your charms |
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Come on baby, we'll set off all the burglar alarms |
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Goin' downtown, downtown, town |
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Goin' down, downtown |
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Red Pants and the Sugarman in the temple street gloom |
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Are drinkin' Chivas Regal in a four dollar room |
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Just another dead soldier in a powder blue night |
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Red Pants turn to Sugarman and says, "Everything's alright" |
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Goin' downtown, downtown, town |
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Goin' down, downtown |
