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I'm going down to Rose Marie's |
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She never does me wrong |
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She puts it to me plain as day |
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And gives it to me for a song. |
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It's a wicked life but what the hell |
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The stars ain't fallin' down. |
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I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal |
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I don't see no one around. |
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Goin' to Acapulco |
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Goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see fat gut |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Now, whenever I get up |
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And I ain't got what I see |
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I just make it down to Rose Marie's |
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Bout a quarter after three. |
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There are worse ways of getting there |
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And I ain't complainin' none |
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If the clouds don't drop and the train |
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don't stop |
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I'm bound to meet the sun. |
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Goin' to Acapulco |
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Goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see some girl |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Now, if someone offers me a joke, |
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I just say no thanks |
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I try to tell it like it is |
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And keep away from pranks. |
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Well, sometime you know when the well |
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breaks down |
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I just go on pump it some. |
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Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places |
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And just sit there waitin' for me to come. |
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Goin' to Acapulco |
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Goin' on the run |
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Goin' down to see some girl |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
