Well there's this dance, you ought to know
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It's a little somethin' I made up cats
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To keep your heads low
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See there are lots of sore gangsters
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Packin' iron all day
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So you learn my two step stay out of their way
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart
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stops now
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Well there's flat-foot Louie
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Sittin' on his front stoop
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He caught five rounds in the belly
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He looked like a messed-up bowl of
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minestrone soup
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Now you take that cat Mugs
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He got iced the other day
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He could have saved his mama
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The dry cleanin' bill my way
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart
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stops now
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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(spoken)
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Hey spinach chin,
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Why don't you try on these cement shoes.
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Look like they fit you pretty freakin' good.
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Now see if you can walk on water puppy, you jackass
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(sung)
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So now you can see
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Zip gun bop was meant to be
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Lots of lead flyin'
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Lots of lonely gals cryin'
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But you can hear them cats shootin'
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They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat
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So you can learn my two step Jack
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Or that's that
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart
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stops now
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Hey hey
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Zip gun, zip gun bop
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Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart
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stops now
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Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop
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Zip Gun Bop (Reloaded)
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Royal Crown Revue |