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I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat |
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When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat" |
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I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes |
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Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies |
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He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris |
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Took the last plane out of Saigon |
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Took the first fast boat to China |
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And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done. |
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I had a third world girl in Buzios |
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With a pistol on each hand |
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She always kept me covered |
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As we moved from land to land |
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I had a damn good run on wall street |
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With my high fashion model wife |
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Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky |
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Just me and my Swiss Army knife |
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I ate the last mango in Paris |
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Took the last plane out of Saigon |
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Took the first fast boat to China |
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And Jimmy there's still so much to be done |
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We shot the breeze for hours |
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As the sun fell from the skies |
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And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes |
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It was somewhere past dark-thirty |
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When I went back to the head |
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I read upon the dingy wall |
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The words the old man said |
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I ate the last mango in Paris... |
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....so much to be done. |
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Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante. |
