Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help
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Yell help, if your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed, yell help
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'Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking
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Down the road you find another sweet lady cooking
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So I gotta yell help
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Yell help, some shelter from the storm like the travel agent warned
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Yell help, if you can help your superstitions they gonna keep you warm
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'Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking
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Down the road you seen another sweet lady cooking
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So I gotta yell help
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I wish tonight wasn't Wednesday night
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I wish it wasn't the thirteenth of July, yell help
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And you're looking at the guy whose eyes can't deny
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That he wishes he were somewhere else tonight
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Well I met this woman down in New Orleans
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Lord she built just like a dream
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Even wore stockings that had seams
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And she was ugly
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Now hell I don't mind women of her kind
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I'll even pay sometimes for a woman that's ugly
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She built like a steamroller
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Just the kind to mow you over anytime
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Hey the moment might arrive
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On bourbon street
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Well the ugliest woman you'll ever meet
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But she's mine all mine and she's ugly
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So I better yell help
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Medley (Yell Help, Wednesday Night, Ugly)
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| Elton John |
