Well, I took me a woman late last night
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I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
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'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
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She took off her wig, said, "How do I look" ?
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I's high flyin', bare naked...Out the window.
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Well, sometimes I might get drunk
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Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
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Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
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'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
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(She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
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She don't know me).
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I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
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When a can a black paint it fell on my head
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I went down to scrub and rub
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But I had to sit in back of the tub
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(Cost a quarter
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Half price).
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Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
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It's President Kennedy callin' me up
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He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow" ?
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I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot,
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Anita Ekberg
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Sophia Loren"
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Country'll grow.
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Well, I got a woman five feet short
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She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
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She tickles my nose pats me on the head
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Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
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(She's a man eater
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Meat grinder
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Bad looser).
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Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
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I got a woman who works herself blind
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Works up to her britches, up to her neck
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Write me letters and sends me checks
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(She's a humdinger
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Folk singer).
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Late one day in the middle of the week
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Eyes were closed I was half asleep
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I chased me a woman up the hill
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Right in the middle of an air drill
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(I jumped a fallout shelter
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I jumped the string bean
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I jumped the TV dinner
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I jumped the shot gun).
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Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
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He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
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He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
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Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
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(He's eatin' bagels
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He's eatin' pizza
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He's eatin' chitlins).
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Oh, set me down on a television floor
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I'll flip the channel to number four
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Out of the shower comes a football man
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With a bottle of oil in his hand
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(Greasy kid stuff
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What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
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What do you do about Willy Mays
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Martin Luther King
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Olatunji).
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Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
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Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
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She takes about fifteen baths a day
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Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
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(She's insane).
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Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
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It levels my head and eases my mind
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I just walk along and stroll and sing
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I see better days and I do better things
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(I catch dinosaurs
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I make love to Elizabeth Taylor...
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Catch hell from Richard Burton !).
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I Shall Be Free
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| Bob Dylan |
