You want your job you better free that brown eyed man
Flying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay.
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man
Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man
Guitar break
Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man
Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man
Guitar break
Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man
Carol
Intro/Chorus
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Oh, Carol, don't let 'em steal your heart away.
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I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day.
Verse 1
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Climb into my machine so we can cruise on out,
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I know a swingin' little joint where we can jump and shout.
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It's not too far back off the highway, not so long a ride.
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You park your car out in the open, you can walk inside.
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A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am.
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Cause every time you make the scene, the joint is jammed.
Intro/Chorus
Verse 2
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And if you wanna hear some music like the boys are playin'.
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Hold tight, tap your foot, don't let it carry you away.
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Don't let the heat overcome you wheeenn they play so loud,
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And, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd?
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Well,you can dance, I know I wish you would,
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I got my eyes on you baby, 'cause I know you dance so good.
Intro/Chorus
Johnny B. Goode
Capo I
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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
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Way back up in the woods among the ever greens
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There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
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Who never ever learned to read or write so well
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But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
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Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Johnny B. Goode
Verse
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
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Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
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Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
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People passing by they would stop and say
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Oh my that little country boy could play
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Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Johnny B. Goode
Verse
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His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
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And you will be the leader of a big old band.
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Many people coming from miles around
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To hear you play your music when the sun go down
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Maybe someday your name will be in lights
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."
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Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Go Johnny go
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Go, Johnny B. Goode
Maybellene
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Maybellene, why can't you be true
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Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true
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You've started back doin' the things you used to do
As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville
Cadillac rollin' on the open road
Nothin' outruns my V-8 Ford
Cadillac doin' 'bout 95
Bumper-to-bumper, rollin' side by side
Maybellene ...
Cadillac rolled up ahead of the Ford
The Ford got hot, wouldn't do no more
It soon got cloudy and it started to rain
I tooted my horn for the passing lane
Rain was pourin' under my hood
I knew that was doin' my motor good
Maybellene ...
Motor cooled down, the heat went down
That's when I heard that highway sound
The Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead
110 half a mile ahead
The Cadillac looked like it was sittin' still
I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene ...
Memphis Tennessee
Intro
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Verse 1
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Long, dis-t-ance in-for-ma-tion, give me Mem-phis Ten-nes-see
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Help me find the par-ty trying to get in touch with me
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She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
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'Cause my uncle took the mes-sage and he wrote it on the wall
Verse 2
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Help me, in-for-ma-tion, get in touch with my Ma-rie
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She's the only one who'd phone me here from Mem-phis Ten-nes-see
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Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
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Just a half a mile from the Mis-sis-sip-pi Bridge
Verse 3
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Help me, in-for-mation, more than that I cannot add
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Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
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But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
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And tore apart our happy home in Mem-phis Ten-nes-see
Verse 4
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Last time I saw Ma-rie she's waving me good-bye
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With hurry home drops on her cheek that trick-led from her eye
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Ma-rie is only six years old, in-for-ma-tion please
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And try to put me through to her in Mem-phis Ten-nes-see
Nadine
Capo III
Verse 1
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As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street,
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I shouted to the driver, hey conductor, you must slow down.
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I think I see her. Please let me off this bus.
Chorus
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Nadine, honey is that you?
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Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
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Seems like every time I see you darling you got something
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else to do.
Verse 2
I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back,
And started walkin toward a coffee colored cadillac.
I was pushin through the crowd to get to where shes at.
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat.
Chorus
Verse 3
Downtown searching for her, looking all around.
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybodys tab.
With a twenty dollar bill, told him catch that yellow cab.
Chorus
Verse 4
She moves around like a wave of summer breeze,
Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze.
Moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier.
Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.
Chorus x2
Promised Land
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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
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California on my mind.
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Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
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On across Caroline.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.
Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Riding cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Alburquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Roll Over Beethoven
D9 054550
Intro
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Verse 1
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I'm gonna write a little letter
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Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
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It's a rockin' rhythm record
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I want my jockey to play.
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Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.
Verse 2
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You know, my temperature's risin,
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And the juicebox blows a fuse.
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My heart's beatin' rhythm
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And my soul keeps on singin' the blues.
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Roll over Beethhoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.
Verse 3
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I got the rockin' Pheumonia
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I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
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I caught the rollin' arthiritus
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Sittin' down by thr rhythm review.
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Roll over Beethoven they're rockin' in two by two.
Verse 4
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Well, if you feel you like it
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Go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
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Roll it over then move on up just
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A trifile further then reel and rock it,
One another,
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Roll over Beethoven dig these rhythm and blues.
Guitar solo
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Verse 5
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Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
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Don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
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Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle,
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Ain't got nothin' to lose.
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Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.
Verse 7
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You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
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Dance like a spinnin' top.
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She got a crazy partner,
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Oughta see 'em reel and rock.
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Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.
Outro
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Roll over Beethoven,
Roll over Beethoven,
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Roll over Beethoven,
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Roll over Beethoven,
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Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.
Too Much Monkey Business
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Verse 1
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Salesman talking to me tried to run me up a creek says you can buy it
Go on try it you can pay me next week - Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Verse 2
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Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, settle down and get a home and write a book--Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Verse 3
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Pay phone, somethin' wrong, dial gone
Well me ought to sue the operator for tellin' me a tale --- Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Solo
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Verse 4
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Been to Vietnam, been a fightin' in the war
Army bar, army chow, army clothes, army car -- Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Verse 5
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Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the windo', check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas -- Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Verse 6
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Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down and and write a book -- Uh-uh
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Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho
Outro
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Too much monkey business -- Too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business -- Too much monkey business
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Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
You Never Can Tell
Capo III
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
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But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
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They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
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It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell