| I found five dollars on the street
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| Bought myself a bite to eat
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| I paid the check, left the tip
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| I found I had a dollar left
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| So I put four quarters in the
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| Wurlitzer in the corner
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| And I pressed E-9, E-9, E-9, E-9, E-9
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| And put my hands on the box
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| To hear it play ten times-goin
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| «Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie
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| Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie
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| Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie.»
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| Well they juggled my ass out
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| The fifth time it came up
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| I was walking down the street
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| Still singing my ass off
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| Walkin' and a lookin' in the
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| Windows that I’m passin'
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| Admiring my reflection
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| And my bad assin'
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| But as I pass that laundromat
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| I got to stop 'cause I been hit
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| Way in the back, way in the back
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| Back in the back, of the laundromat
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| Way in the back, way in the back
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| Way in the back, of the laundromat
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| I’m gonna rope me the fatted calf
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| Back in the back, of the laundromat
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| There sat a woman with her hair in a net
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| She had a smoke white face, posey blue eyes
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| Twenty pounds extra, just my size
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| TV Guide Magazine, reading it absorbedly
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| Sitting unwomanly, she couldn’t see
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| What I could see; |
| her yellow Bermudas
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| Thighs of silk like a golden sunrise
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| On a sea of milk…
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| Well I got my comb, laid my hair back slick
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| I walked on in, I was badder’n shit…
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| Way in the back, way in the back
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| Back in the back, of the laundromat
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| Way in the back, way in the back
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| Back in the back, of the laundromat
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| I’m gonna rope me the fatted calf
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| Back in the back, of the laundromat |