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You don't need no high I.Q. |
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To get right down and sing the blues. |
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If you're down, here's what to do; |
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Me and my guitar will sing for you. |
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Oh, little Rachel, oh. |
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Oh, little Rachel, oh. |
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Oh, little Rachel, oh. |
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Oh, little Rachel, oh. |
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I got a box and an old whisk broom. |
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We gonna rock around the room. |
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When my guitar plays this tune, |
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We gonna dance to the light of the moon. |
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What you feel, that ain't no jive. |
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The get down sound makes you feel alive. |
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Push it, little Rachel, push it. |
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Push it, little Rachel, push it. |
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Pull it, little Rachel, pull it. |
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Pull it, little Rachel, pull it. |
