Na na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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Don't sing this song
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I have been seeking p.f. sloan
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But no one knows where he has gone
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No one ever heard the song
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That good old boy sent winging
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Now you might sigh
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And you might moan
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And you might sweat
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About the skin and bone
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You just smiled
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And read the rolling stone
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While he continued singing
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Yeah now listen to him singing
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Na na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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No people don't you sing this song
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Don't sing this song
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It belongs to p.f. sloan
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Oh from now on
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My old friend trigger up and died
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Now they've got him stuffed and dried
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You know they've tanned his hide
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And crucified
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Got him starin' glassy eyed
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Out through the portable door
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Nixon's come and bound to stay
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He's taken all my sins away
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I heard it on the news today
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But it set my ears to ringing
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Can't you hear the people singing
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Na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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No people don't you sing this song
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Na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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It belongs to p.f. sloan
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Oh from now from now on
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Last time I saw p.f. sloan
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He was summer burned and winter blown
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He turned the corner all alone
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But he continued singing
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Yeah now listen to him singing
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Na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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No people don't you sing this song
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Na na na na na na na na na na
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Don't sing this song
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It belongs to p.f. sloan
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Oh from now from now on
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P.F. Sloan
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| The Association |
