In a summer house out on Cape Cod
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A number of years ago
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My cousin Charles heard on the radio
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On WEEI
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The story of an automobile
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That had driven from its garage
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And killed a number of couples kissing
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Down by the oceanside
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Charles thought about the ocean's ways
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Down the road just a mile
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And as he turned off the radio
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He saw with his own eyes
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The very same door handle they spoke of
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Hooked to that radio dial
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And the summer breeze blew in the window
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That hadn't been open before
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So if you hear a radio
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You had best beware
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Be sure there's not a car around
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'Cause the legend still remains
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There's a car without a handle
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And that car is still at large
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There's a car without a handle
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And that car is still at large
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Summer Breeze
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| They Might Be Giants |
