| I remember when I was nothing but
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| A lad of a boy sometime ago
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| I remember every summer in my home
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| We had one guy that outstood all the rest
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| He was a man who used to come around every day
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| And this is what he would say:
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| «Ooooh, watermelon man», with your boogaloo style
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| «Ooooh, watermelon man»
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| And everybody in the neighborhood would said this:
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| «Your brain’s just getting watermelons every day
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| Please make sure your wings come my way»
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| Everybody digs watermelon man
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| Well, as the years grew on and I got older
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| We used to have to sell watermelon
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| Only on Friday, 'cause that was
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| The only day we could get out of school
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| And every Friday and Saturday
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| We would go out and help him say this:
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| «Ooooh, watermelon man», he had me help him saying this:
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| «Ooooh, watermelon man», listen
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| They make your lip go flipty-flop (haha)
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| The one we sell on it sucks, sure it’s hot
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| That’s why everybody digs watermelon man
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| I wonder what the band help me say it one more time
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| Yeah, I need everybody in the audience
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| To help me say it one more time, I’m gon' say it, too:
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| «Ooooh, watermelon man», yeah
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| Their tough and sweet of they can be
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| They’re so sweet I can almost eat the seeds
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| Everybody in town dig watermelon man, huh
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| Now let me tell you: «Ooooh, watermelon man»
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| That’s what I heard him sayin': «Ooooh yeah
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| You got such good bread»
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| And ripe, and sweet, watermelon
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| You had me always thirsty |