(B. Cummings-K. Winter)
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Well he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone
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Yes he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone
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So long Bannatyne, hello my Chevrier home.
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Well now there might be a few things missin’
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Like the Indians on a Saturday night
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Yes there might be just a few things missin’
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Like the odd hotel bar fight
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So long Bannatyne, hello my Chevrier home.
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Maybe in the summer I can build myself a rec room
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And buy a power mower for the lawn,
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Or maybe that depends on the orders from the office and accountants and the label and Don
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The Emperor...
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Hello my Chevrier
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Hello my Chevrier
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Hello my Chevrier adobe,
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I’m so proud of it, speak so loud of it, always.
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Yes I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind
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Oh I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind
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I really like it here,
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The people are kind to me, at quarter to three
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When I sail my red Chevy past the house on the breeze
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I’m huggin’ and a kissin’ and a smoochin’ and a lovin’
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Ballin’ and a partyin’, fightin’ day and night
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And everybody knows that that’s the way it goes,
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So long Bannatyne.
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So Long, Bannatyne
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