there a spit shine avalanche headin?one
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way headed toward the light bright alley
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way the beard blew off the dandelion
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face and left a 24 karat button in its place
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the chain steering wheel boomerangs
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from the junkyard hard rolling but rolling
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on the real hard turf or for what it worth
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another dent for another tent so i going
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down jalopy style if i going down i roll
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the fur dice playing with the lowlife i
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travel light i travel proud and when i rock
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the box i rock the box loud bumping and
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rolling no stopping for red now wheeling
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and dealing just stretching the bread now
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i hatchin' the gold mine spreading the
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fever take it all over jalopy style got the
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rumble seat bleach with the ruckus on
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ready givin' him the finger with a beep
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like jerry takin' the trip hit bricks with the
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sticks on the macrame heyday seven mile
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itch the whitewalls hit the deck from
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bionic on the low-fi jeep beat sonic turf
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for what it worth I'm fixing this mix up
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from bumper to beat kalaka my way
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down on nickel bag street just rollin' on
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Jalopy Style
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Citizen King |