The coffee at the hospital
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was a low-down nasty sludge
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I got 19 compound fractures and
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I'm talking to the judge
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And if that judge don't bust you,
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I'll take you to the one that will
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'Cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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Call me a dumbell, call me a spoiled slug,
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I tumbled down your staircase,
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and I'm taking you to court.
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If that court don't bust you, mama,
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I'll take you to the one that will
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'Cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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(Oh no!)
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I would not be on my feet,
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I swear by god above.
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My arm and first 3 fingers
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are in a plaster glove
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I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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If that cop don't bust you baby,
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I'll take you to the one that will.
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'Cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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The coffee at the hospital
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was a low-down nasty sludge
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I got 19 compound fractures, baby
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talkin' to the judge
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If that judge don't bust you, mama
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I'll take you to the one that will
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But I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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Traction Blues
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| Spin Doctors |
