Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, she's rag doll amore
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Verbal slang, American twang, you dare not ignore
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In from New York, prompted her to talk of superballs
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Judy Teen grew sick of the scene, just bragging to fools
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She took us on a carousel
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed
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Together riding on a crest it was swell
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed
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She made us happy
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Sacral blues in various hues, she capered to draw me
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Me and Yankie, all hanky panky, seldom she bored me
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She's so bold and me feeling old, just stroking her face
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Super troubadour, he can show you more than her lace
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She took us on the carousel
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed
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Together riding on a crest it was swell
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed
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She made us happy
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Judy Teen, we know where you've been, your ego's insane
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To the cabaret where you'd schlep and sway on your cane
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Seeking shelter, no helter skelter's gonna betray yer
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Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, is coming to slay yer
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She took us on the carousel
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She made us smile and oh, how we laughed
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Together riding on a crest it was swell
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We stole her face and oh, how we laughed
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She made us happy
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Judy Teen
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Steve Harley |