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Parker |
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(Gggggggggggggggg, da, da, da-da-da-da) |
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My girl, baby-sits for someone her block |
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Then I come up to join her and we start to rock |
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The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock |
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When he goes (ggggggggggggg, ggggggggggggg) |
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A rockin' type a boogie is a kind a song |
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That makes this little baby wanna sing along |
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And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong |
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He still goes (boogie-on-na-day) |
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He isn't too young to really feel the beat |
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He rocks back and forth in his little seat |
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He claps both his hands and he taps his feet |
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And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da) |
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He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy |
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You know the record player is his favorite toy |
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And don't forget he's eveybody's pride and joy |
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When he goes (ooo-ah-ge-he) |
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(Yo-a-ah-ah) |
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(La-da,la-da,la-da) |
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I know there isn't anyone to take a bet |
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But surely he's the youngest teenager yet |
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And probably the hippist of the diaper set |
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Cause he goes (go man, I like that) |
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He strolls in his stroller with the radio on |
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He doesn't go to sleep until the music's gone |
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He imitates the singer in the group |
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(With a low down voice) |
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(Low down, dug-a-dug-a) |
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And when it's time to tuck him in his little bed |
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With all that music runnin' through his sleepy head |
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The little fella doesn't say, goodnight |
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Instead, but he says (boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo) |
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Aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll gone |
