I was sitting in an old armchair
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Trying to work my radio
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When from absolutely nowhere
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I heard the Gloria Bosom Show.
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She just knocks me right through the floor
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Every time I hear her speak
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I get buried when she says "that's all
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'Bye my hunny bunches till next week."
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight
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If you should turn your radio on, you might
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Feel excitement growing there
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If you don't you might regret it.
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Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Gloria Bosom knocks me out, me out
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Makes you just want to jump and shout about
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Everythin' she says is lovely
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And I'm sure she speaks just to me
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Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.
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Oh Gloria, don't you go
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Don't pass me by
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I'm living just for your show
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Without it I would die.
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They've just come and taken my armchair
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But I'm clinging to my radio
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The bailiff's cursin' and the room is bare
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But I've still got my G. B. Show.
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Out on the street again but that's alright
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I've still got my radio
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I feel good 'cause it's Friday night
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And here comes the Gloria Bosom Show.
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Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight
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If you should turn your radio on, you might
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Feel excitement growing there
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If you don't you might regret it.
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Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo
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(Repeat and fade).
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The Gloria Bosom Show
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Clifford T. Ward |