[Chorus:]
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When Salome plays the drum
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The crowd goes deaf and dumb
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Swept up by dark sensations
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Partially the heat
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More so it's the beat
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She moves in syncopation
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Gazelle on the run
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Skirts slit past her thigh
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The boys let out a sigh
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The beat begins to quicken
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Crowd ascends the stairs
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Climbin' on the chairs
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The plot begins to thicken
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Phasers on stun
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[Chorus]
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Take them to the carnival
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Let them hear the conga
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Tonight the tempo feels so right
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Tomorrow may be wrong
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[Instrumental]
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Gendarme close her down
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Make her leave the town
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She caught the flight to Rio
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With nothin' to say
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Wavin' from the plane
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Pours pink champagne
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She toasts her loyal trio
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It was a lucrative stay
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Oh won't you take them to the carnival
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Let them hear the conga
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Tonight the tempo feels right
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Tomorrow may be wrong
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Oh won't your take them to the carnival
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Let them play for hours
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Tonight the weather feels so right
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Tomorrow may be showers
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When Salome Plays The Drum
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| Jimmy Buffett |
