Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
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I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs
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From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band
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To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs
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Now I've come back home to plan my next move
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From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch
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When I see my little cousin Janine walk in
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All I could say was ow-ow-ouch
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Honey how you've grown
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Like a rose
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Well we used to play
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When we were three
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How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
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She turned my life into a living hell
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In those little tops and tight capris
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I pretended to be readin' the National Probe
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As I was watchin' her wax her skis
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On Saturday night she walked in with her date
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And backs him up against the wall
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I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing
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In a voice I never knew I had before
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[Chorus]
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I'll teach you everything I know
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If you teach me how to do that dance
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Life is short and quid pro quo
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And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?
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One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire
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And I decided to make my play
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I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks
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How can you stand it for one more day
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She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes
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Or that your mind has turned to applesauce
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The dreary architecture of your soul
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I said - but what is it exactly turns you off?
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Cousin Dupree
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| Steely Dan |
