I'm goin' tell you about my buddy
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But I'm not goin' reveal his name
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'Cause it's his life to live and he's livin' it
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Claim it to fame or a game of shame
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To each his own let nim live it
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But there are those who may not agree
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But I goin' tell you about my buddy
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Ev'ry thing like he told it to me
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A woman's the most peculiar creature
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And so few has missed his hand
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And out of all the ones that he's been with
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You know, not one wouldn't take him again
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Before you really know a sensuous woman
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You have to be with her when she's alone
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She could say no and then want you to leave her
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And call you right back home after you're gone
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You never can tell until after you've tried her
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And then you might still be way off the track
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Because it's the red and the white and the yellow
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Has exactly what's packed in the black
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One was a co-ed from Pennsylvania
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One from Toronto who dug him the most
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One was a rich widow in Houston
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And one was a freak from the western coast
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One was a teacher out of Chicago
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And one had plans to become a nun
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And one was the last one I thought he'd cling to
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But she was tahe one who gave him a son
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So people, I'll tell you 'bout my buddy
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And like I say, I just can't reveal his name
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It's his life and he's gonna live it
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Claim it to fame or game or shame
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Claim it fame or game or shame
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Just a game or fame or shame
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Fame or game or shame
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Fame or game or shame
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Fame or game or shame
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Claim it fame or game or shame
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Tell You About My Buddy
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| Chuck Berry |
