| 13th day of August '54 I was five years old
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| Depending where you’re counting from
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| Ma didn’t tell me what was going abroad
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| No tales of things to come
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| Daddy, daddy come home in the evening with the burdens of the day
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| Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy’s blues away
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| Ma might take Daddy’s head into her hands
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| Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such a long, long way From the street
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such a long, long way From the street
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| No, no, no Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey
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| Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
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| And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile
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| Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray
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| Mmm Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
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| Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such a long, long way From the street
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such, it’s such, it’s such a long, long, long, long way
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| I said it’s such a long way From the street
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| [If you like the blues I think we can …
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| Home life, wife and children, a community life centred around the church,
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| Things on which … basis … Baby, don’t you want me no more?
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| …. |
| teenagers find an idol, they usually emulate what they know of his
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| habits.
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| Bring it on home, Daddy!]
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| Don’t you want me no more? |
| Talk to me Oh, yeah
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| Down at the juke joint, back at the drive-in movie show
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| Moondog made one more white boy sanctified
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| Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell
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| And I screamed my name with pride
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such, it’s such, it’s such a long way, it’s such a long way
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| It’s such a long, long way From the street
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| Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets
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| It’s such, it’s such, it’s such a long, long, long, long way From the street
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| Ooh, let’s go Hey, baby [Listen to Ray. |
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| His long string of best selling records.
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| Watch this human stick of dynamite reduce himself and the audience to limp rags,
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| In a pulsating, motion packed, jazz laden half hour. |
| How high can you get?]
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| Don’t you want me baby?
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| [Cool, crazy and superb, sincerely yours … They’re married to stay, …
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| Debbie Reynolds film star Eddie Fisher disks, that’s how it’s bin'.
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| Now Debbie has scaled the hit parade … with a song in the top 10.]
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| Don’t you want me no more? |
| [. |
| turning out a film.
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| Bring it on home, Daddy!] Little girl, little girl, little girl
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| Baby, baby, since I’ve been loving you Ha,
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| I’m about to lose
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| I’m about to lose |