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Here he comes, Neon Leon
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Lookin¡¯ so fine, with his gold chains on
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Got a customized caddy with the top snapped down
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He¡¯s known everywhere in town as Neon Leon
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He¡¯s too cool, Neon Leon
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Out there twistin¡¯, designer shades on
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He can bop he can move you right in the groove
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And he¡¯s got all the moves, he¡¯s Neon Leon
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All the dancin¡¯ stops when he begins
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The guys just watch while the girls go after him
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Neon Leon, Neon Leon
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Cruisin¡¯ main, Neon Leon
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Goin¡¯ so slow, his white scarf on
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Got his hair slicked, a duck tail style
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Cars backed up for miles for Neon Leon
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Parked outside the drive-in eatin¡¯ fries
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The coolest man in the world for a town this size
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Neon Leon, Neon Leon
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Man look at them fender skirts
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You ever seen so much chrome in your life
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Look at the way he rolls them cigarettes up in his sleeves
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Ain¡¯t that cool? That¡¯s cool
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I hear he¡¯s gonna move on down to Louisiana and buy him a bar
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And call it ¡°You all Leons¡±
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I¡¯m gonna go there
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Neon Leon
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| Sammy Kershaw |
