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Come all you pretty women |
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with your hair hanging down |
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Open up your windows 'cause |
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the Candyman's in town |
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Come on boys and gamble |
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Roll those laughing bones |
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Seven come eleven boys |
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I'll take your money home |
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Look out |
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Look out |
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The Candyman |
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Here he come |
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and he's gone again |
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Pretty lady ain't |
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got no friend |
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till the Candyman |
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come round again |
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I come in from Memphis |
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where I learned to talk the jive |
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When I get back to Memphis |
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be one less man alive |
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Good Mornin Mr. Benson |
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I see you're doin well |
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If I had me a shotgun |
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I'd blow you straight to Hell |
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Look out |
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Look out |
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The Candyman |
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Here he come |
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and he's gone again |
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Pretty lady ain't |
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got no friend |
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till the Candyman |
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come round again |
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Come on boys and wager |
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if you have got the mind |
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If you got a dollar boys |
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lay it on the line |
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Hand me my old guitar |
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Pass the whiskey round |
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Want you to tell everybody you meet |
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the Candyman's in town |
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Look out |
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Look out |
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The Candyman |
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Here he come |
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and he's gone again |
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Pretty lady ain't |
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got no friend |
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till the Candyman |
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come round again |
