Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy
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Ain't I seen you hanging around the Nashville?
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Didn't you used to be a packy back in the west end?
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Is that right, is that right?
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Well I see you been through so many changes
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Heavy changes
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I can't say I'm hip to where you're coming from
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I can't say I hip to where you're going
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Well I see something's growing in the back of your mind
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I give you the willies
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You don't like my kind
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But I can sing like a jingle
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Sting as bad as any
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Hey, that you? Is that still you?
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You're looking mighty new wave
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I hardly recognize you with that shish kabob through your face
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But that's all right, yeah, that's all right
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I guess you're trying to make a statement
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You been out on the street
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Looking for somebody to carve on
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Well you can ramble,
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Just don't go carving on me
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'Cause I don't mind the fashion
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I've lived with your mind
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I dig on the passions
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The rest is just crap
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I can sing like a jingle
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And sting as bad as any
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Hey, don't I know you?
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Ain't I seen you before?
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Yeah, you're the one doing a pyramid party
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down in Marina del Ray
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with their spoon and friends
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Still going through them changes
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You got your pants full of money
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And your nose in the air
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You're a record producer
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I don't really care
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'Cause I can sing like a jingle
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Sting as bad as any
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Wasp
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Utopia |