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There's a man in a booth with a quarter in there |
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And a girl out on the runway with peroxide in her hair |
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Move 'em in quick, they pay out |
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And then they just sit there and stare |
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Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke |
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Old Mister |
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Johnson turns blue and starts to choke |
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Somebody slap him on the back |
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Now the curtains go up |
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And both lights go on |
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And Betsy's out there in her birthday suit |
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Spinnin' her baton |
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Chorus: And they don't know what we know |
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Nobody knows what we know (And) |
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No matter what they try to do |
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They can't stop the show |
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Now, girls, |
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I'm proud of every one of you |
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Cass, spit out your gum, it don't look good when you chew |
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And I've told you time and time before |
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You're a showgirl, not a whore |
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Jack, pick up the phone, is it those jerks again? |
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You'd think they'd know by now that these girls just dance and grin |
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Just good clean entertainment |
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We don't handle no tricky-business in here |
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The curtains go up |
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And both lights go on |
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And Betsy's in her birthday suit |
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Spinnin' her baton |
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But I think she did it better last year |
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Before her boyfriend broke her arm |
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Chorus: And they don't know what we know |
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Nobody knows what we know |
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And No matter what they try to do |
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They can't stop the show repeat four more times |
