Ah, here's to the man who's got no name,
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Just a face in the crowd, looking just the same to me.
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Everywhere I go, I know who I am.
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Now, here's to the man who smiles at me,
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As he shakes my hand so vigorously.
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He can't figure me out if I'm "A," or "B," or "C."
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"D," none of these; "E," all of the above are correct.
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Do not mark on the test booklet!
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Ah, here's to the man in the polka-dot necktie,
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Don't quite understand, ah, but what the heck, I
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Don't give a damn 'cause I know who I am.
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My little water chickadee, yes.
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Universal facts apply or philosophy, now
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And if you need a heart transplant, I'm definitely the man to see.
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Ah, here's to the girl who loved them all
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And I found her number on the bathroom wall
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And it said I could call anytime after 6 P.M.
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Man, was she ugly!
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Ah, here's to the guy who's got chapped lips
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From eating too many potato chips
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And I cracked up when he smiled at me and almost bled to death.
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Yes, I know who I am. Yes, I know who I am.
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Now, before we bring out the crippled monkeys here on our show.
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Yes, I know who I am.
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You better not go for your gun, kid, or I'll shoot you where you sit.
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Yes, I know who I am. Yes, I know who I am.
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I Know Who I Am
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| Tommy James And The Shondells |
