Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
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And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars
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And Evel Knievel, like Virgil
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Was a gentleman as well as a scholar
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I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot
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And you know I hang like a hex on a barn
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Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file
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Above and beyond the hole nine yards
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Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette
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And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets
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Jesse James couldn't even handle it
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Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit
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'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks
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There's no such thing as beginner's luck
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I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one
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Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone
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It's about time you started learning
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Started learning to come to where the flavor is
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Flavor is
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It's about time you started learning
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You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is
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Flavor is
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The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass
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Junk bondage racks never cut you slack
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But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs
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Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful
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You'll find that it's really not unusual
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When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
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A holy trinity in Flavor Country
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It's about time you started learning
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Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is
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Flavor is
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I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
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I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
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And you are my happy trail
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You are my happy trail
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You are my happy trail
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You are my happy trail
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The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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Walking In The Great Shining Path Of Monster Trucks
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