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Written by b. setzer |
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Hey, louis prima |
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We gotta get the hell outta town |
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'cause i've been datin' a chick with some swively hips |
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And her boyfriend don't want me around |
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And wouldn't it be kinda funny |
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If we got outta town with all the money |
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Hey, louis prima |
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You sure know how to lay it on down |
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We were doin' all-nighters |
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Cruisin' to a gig in vegas |
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Don't know what was goin' on |
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But it surely did become contagious! |
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When we pulled up to the show |
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Ten thousand people or more all yelled out |
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"man your band is truly outrageous!" |
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Hey, louis prima |
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Man, you make 'em jump and shout |
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I got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill |
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You're gonna show 'em what it's all about |
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And wouldn't it be kinda funny |
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If we got outta town with all the money |
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Hey, louis prima |
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You sure know how to lay it on down |
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Hey, louis prima |
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There's something that i just gotta know |
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Have you still got that old black magic |
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Or are you just a gigolo? |
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All we need is some sam butera |
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Then we can say "buona sera" |
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Hey, louis prima |
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You sure know how to lay it on down |
