There were mourners on the street
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of every shape and size
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The motorcade came down from Redondo
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Assasins on the corner tried to throw you a line
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You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo
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Lenny Valentino reside
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The Pope renounced you as the real one
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Lazarus decided to rise
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The Twentieth Century had only begun
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Ladies averted their eyes
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Lenny Valentino reside
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John Judnich in the bathroom reading the law
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Kitty in the hall with your mother
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The girls are sick and tired of your blah blah blah
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Some beat-kid said there's no other
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and that's Lenny
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Valentino reside
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Lenny Valentino
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