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I think I'm gonna have to move, people |
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I gotta move out of my neighborhood |
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Hey, I said I'm gonna have to move |
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I gotta get out of my neighborhood |
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Because you see |
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The women they tell lies on me |
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And the men they just don't mean me |
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No doggone good |
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Every time my telephone rings |
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Some lady trying to play |
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Some old funny game on me |
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Every time my telephone rings |
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Some lady trying to play |
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Some old funny game on me |
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And every time my front doorbell rings |
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Some angry six foot man |
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With a knife in his hand |
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They say I'm in love with a woman |
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That works down at the Chicken Shack |
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They say Deacon Jones' wife |
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Gave me a brand new Cadillac |
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That's why I gotta move |
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I gotta get out of my neighborhood |
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I tell you the people |
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They tell lies on me |
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Hey, they just don't mean me |
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No doggone good |
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My landlady came by my apartment |
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She came by just to make up my bed |
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But it took her all night long |
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Can you imagine what the neighbors said |
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That's why I gotta move |
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Hey, I gotta get out |
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Of my neighborhood |
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I tell you the people |
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They tell lies on me |
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Hey, they just don't mean me |
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No doggone good |
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Hey, I gotta move |
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Hey, I gotta move |
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I gotta move |
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I gotta move |
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Hey, the people, the people |
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Don't like me here, people |
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Oh you know they just don't mean me |
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No doggone good |
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Nobody loves me but my mother |
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Sometimes I think |
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She could be jiving, too |
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Hey, nobody |
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Nobody loves me but my mother |
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And she could be jiving, too |
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Now I think you know |
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Why I act funny, baby |
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Oh when you do the things you do |
