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Nassau's gone funky |
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Nassau's gone soul |
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We've got a doggone beat now |
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We gonna call our very own |
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Nassau rock and Nassau roll |
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Nassau's got a whole lotta soul |
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Huh |
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Feel alright |
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Mini skirts, maxi skirts |
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And afro-haired dudes |
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People doin' their own thing |
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They don't care 'bout me or you |
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Nassau's gone funky |
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Nassau's gone soul |
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And we've got a doggone beat now |
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We gonna take care of business too |
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Listen to ze drummer, lay down his beat |
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Listen to ze bass man, play zat same groovy beat |
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Attend the guitars is that soulsome tune |
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L'organ aussi, et les horns, oui, oui, hors |
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Funky Nassau, Nassau funky |
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Alors, puis-je jouier s'il vous plait |
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New York you know, has got a lot of soul, soul |
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And London Town is too doggone cold, too cold, hey |
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Nassau's got sunshine and this you all know, hey |
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But we all go funky, we got some soul, too, yeah |
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Yeah-yo, yeah-yo |
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Yeah-yo, yeah-yo |
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Trumpet, encore une fois |
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Funky Nassau, funky Nassau |
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Funky Nassau, funky Nassau |
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Funky Nassau, funky Nassau |
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Funky Nassau, funky Nassau |
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Hit me |
