I never got a grip in penmanship
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Could never make those small l's flow
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Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
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Three plus two be faux pas
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But ask for some palm trees
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Or tales from the South Seas
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I never had the clout to knock one out
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But hitting was the name of my game
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Standing on third as the coaches conferred
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So close to my first claim to fame
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Just give me the steal sign
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And I'll make home plate mine
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And I just might turn some heads
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Sometimes I may get a little drastic
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Sometimes I just let my feelings show
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Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
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Most times that's the way the story goes
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Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
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He went there to work on his tan
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For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
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They call him the Twelve Volt Man
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He don't need no charge card
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Just give him a die-hard
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And he'll make sparks fly round your head
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Or just ask for some palm trees
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Or tales fromthe South Seas
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And I'll make sparks fly round your head
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Round your head
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In your head
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In your head
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Twelve Volt Man
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| Jimmy Buffett |
