I'm going down to Rose Marie's
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She never does me wrong
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She puts it to me plain as day
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And gives it to me for a song.
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It's a wicked life but what the hell
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The stars ain't fallin' down.
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I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal
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I don't see no one around.
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Goin' to Acapulco
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Goin' on the run
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Goin' down to see fat gut
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Yeah
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Now, whenever I get up
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And I ain't got what I see
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I just make it down to Rose Marie's
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Bout a quarter after three.
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There are worse ways of getting there
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And I ain't complainin' none
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If the clouds don't drop and the train
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don't stop
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I'm bound to meet the sun.
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Goin' to Acapulco
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Goin' on the run
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Goin' down to see some girl
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Yeah
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Now, if someone offers me a joke,
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I just say no thanks
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I try to tell it like it is
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And keep away from pranks.
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Well, sometime you know when the well
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breaks down
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I just go on pump it some.
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Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
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And just sit there waitin' for me to come.
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Goin' to Acapulco
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Goin' on the run
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Goin' down to see some girl
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Yeah
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Goin' to have some fun.
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Goin' To Acapulco
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Bob Dylan |