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...and make it straight

All signed and sealed, I'll take it

To Robert E. Lee I'll show it

I hope and pray he don't blow it 'cause

We've been around a long time just try try try tryin' to

Make the big time...

 

Take me on a roller coaster

Take me for an airplane ride

Take me for a six days wonder but don't you

Don't you throw my pride aside besides

What's real and make believe

Baby Jane's in Acapulco We are flyin' down to Rio

 

Throw me a line I'm sinking fast

Clutching at straws can't make it

Havana sound we're trying hard edge the hipster jiving

Last picture shows down the drive-in

You're so sheer you're so chic

Teenage rebel of the week

 

Flavours of the mountain steamline

Midnight blue casino floors

Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise

Open up exclusive doors oh wow!

Just like flamingos look the same

So me and you, just we two got to search for something new

 

Far beyond the pale horizon

Some place near the desert strand

Where my Studebaker takes me

That's where I'll make my stand but wait

Can't you see that Holzer mane'

What's her name Virginia Plain

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Aah, aah

You better beware, you better take care

You better watch out if you've got long black hair

He'll come from behind, you go out of your mind

You'd better not go, you'd never know what you'll find

 

Aah, aah

You look in his eyes, don't be surprised

If you don't know what's going on behind his disguise

Nobody knows where Buster goes

He'll steal your woman out from under your nose

 

Does anyone know the way, did we hear someone say

We just haven't got a clue what to do

Does anyone know the way, there's got to be a way

To Block Buster!

 

The cops are out, they're running about

Don't know if they'll ever be able to Block Buster out

He's gotta be cought, he's gotta be taught

'Cos he's more evil than anyone here ever thought

 

Does anyone know the way did we hear someone say

We just haven't got a clue - ow!

Does anyone know the way, there's got to be a way

To Block Buster!

 

Does anyone know the way did we hear someone say

We just haven't got a clue what to do

Does anyone know the way, there's got to be a way

To Block Buster!

 

Aah, aah, aah, aah

Buster, Buster, to Block Buster!

Buster, Buster, to Block Buster!

Buster, Buster, to Block Buster!...

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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

 

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.

"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops."

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

In the hot New Jersey night.

 

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda s*** was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that.

In Paterson that's just the way things go.

If you're black you might as well not show up on the street

'Less you wanna draw the heat.

 

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.

Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

 

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye

Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"

Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

 

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white."

 

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."

Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

You'll be doin' society a favor.

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

 

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

 

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy n****r.

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

 

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

 

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

That's the story of the Hurricane,

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

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Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right

Off you got to school where you can learn the rules there right

Be just like your dad lad

Follow in the same tradition

Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son

 

Son of my father

Moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed

Son of my father

Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts

 

Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time

I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs

So I left my home I'm really on my own at last

Left the trodden path and separated from the past

 

Son of my father

Changing, rearranging into someone new

Son of my father

Collecting and selecting independant views

Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due.

Son of my father

moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed

Son of my father

Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts

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Take a pinch of white man

Wrap him up in black skin

Add a touch of blue blood

And a little bitty bit of a red Indian boy

Like a Curly Latin kinkies

Oh Lord, Lord, mixed with yellow Chinkees, yeah

You know you lump it all together

And you got a recipe for a get along scene

Oh what a beautiful dream

If it could only come true

You know, you know

 

 

What we need, what we need

is a great big melting pot

Big enough big enough big enough to take

The world and all it's got

And keep it stirring for

A hundred years or more

And turn out coffee coloured people

by the score

 

 

Rabbis and the friars

Vishnus and the gurus

We got the Beatles or the Sun God

Well it really doesn't matter

What religion you choose

And be thankful little Mrs. Graceful

You know that livin' could be tasteful

We should all get together in a lovin machine

I think I'll call up the Queen

It' s only fair that she knows

You know, you know

 

What we need, what we need

is a great big melting pot

Big enough big enough big enough to take

The world and all its got

And keep it stirring for

A hundred years or more

And turn out coffee coloured people by the score

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Guess who just got back today?

Them wild-eyed boys that had been away

Haven't changed, haven't much to say

But man, I still think them cats are crazy

 

They were asking if you were around

How you was, where you could be found

Told them you were living downtown

Driving all the old men crazy

 

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

I said

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

 

You know that chick that used to dance a lot

Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got

Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot

I mean she was steaming

 

And that time over at Johnny's place

Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face

Man we just fell about the place

If that chick don't want to know, forget her

 

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

I said

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

 

Spread the word around

Guess who's back in town

 

You spread the word around

 

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill

Down at Dino's bar and grill

The drink will flow and blood will spill

And if the boys want to fight, you'd better let them

 

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song

The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long

Won't be long till summer comes

Now that the boys are here again

 

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

Spread the word around

The boys are back in town

The boys are back in town

The boy's are back, the boys are back

 

The boy's are back in town again

Been hangin' down at Dino's

The boy's are back in town again

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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

 

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.

"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops."

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

In the hot New Jersey night.

 

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda s*** was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that.

In Paterson that's just the way things go.

If you're black you might as well not show up on the street

'Less you wanna draw the heat.

 

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.

Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

 

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye

Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"

Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

 

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white."

 

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."

Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

You'll be doin' society a favor.

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

 

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

 

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy n****r.

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

 

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

 

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

That's the story of the Hurricane,

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

What a crock of $hit that is.Carter was a bum,never would've been the champion of the world,and was a piece of $hit too.

But don't let that get in the way of a good song and story.

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Evrywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy

But what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock n roll band

cause in sleepy london town

Theres just no place for a street fighting man

No

 

Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution

But where I live the game to play is compromise solution

Well, then what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock n roll band

cause in sleepy london town

Theres no place for a street fighting man

No

 

Hey! said my name is called disturbance

Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants

Well, what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock n roll band

cause in sleepy london town

Theres no place for a street fighting man

No

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Just wanna tell you...

Well, well you changed your name to Abigail Rocket-Blast

And then they lined you up for a Hollywood movie cast

With all them big cigars and motor cars

You thought you was a movie star

But Abigail Blast you sure are changing fast

 

You, you, you were just sixteen you were knocking on the agent’s door

Because, because, because the silver screen is what a movie queen lives for

They gave you minks and dreams in pinks and greens

You threw away your old blue jeans

But Abigail Blast they’re using you

Come on, come on, come on now

 

Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon

C’mon now Rocket

You’re gonna reach the moon

You’re gonna take off soon,

You’re gonna reach the moon

You know your time’ll come

I’ll give you 3-2-1!

Now Rocket,

I’m gonna launch you soon

 

Second verse

I saw you sitting in the soda store where all the cast-off Stardust falls.

Where they write their names on the floor and hang their photographs on the walls.

Oh but to me you’ve still got sweet sixteen

written on your old blue jeans.

I’m getting rid of Abigail Blast

I’ll call you Rocket, forget the past.

Come on, come on, come on, come on now

 

Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon

C’mon now Rocket

You’re gonna reach the moon

You’re gonna take off soon,

You’re gonna reach the moon

You know your time’ll come

I’ll give you 3-2-1!

Now Rocket,

I’m gonna launch you soon

 

You’re gonna take off soon,

You’re gonna reach the moon

You’ll know when your time has come

I’ll give you 3 - 2 - 1!

Now Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon

Come on, come on, now Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon.

Come on, come on, come on, come on now Rocket

You’re gonna reach the moon

Come on, come on, come on now Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon

Well, well, well Rocket

I’m gonna launch you soon

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Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat

People everywhere would laugh behind his back

No one cared to take any time to find out

What he was all about, fear kept them out

 

Children laughed and played and didn?t know his name

They could tell when he was coming just the same

Walking slow with old John?s crippled wife by his side

Then she sighed, then she died

 

Magic words from him would charm some children?s ears

But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears

All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend

In the end, in the end

 

Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat

People everywhere would laugh behind his back

No one cared to take any time to find out

What he was all about, fear kept them out

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There must be something new to do

The dentist's kengo, and have a little Aggro

'Cause he can take it out on you..

Aahhhhh....

(Open wider please)

Aahhhhhhhhh....

(And a little wider)

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh....

(This won't hurt)

AAAHHHarghhhhhh...

(Much)

(To the tune of 'Rivers of Babylon':)

There's a dentist in Birmingham, he fixed my crown

And as I slept, he filled my mouth with iron

He said 'Rinse out your mouth, with the medication spit it out

In the receptacle by your side, on the right'

(Gurgle)

NO! The RIGHT!

 

(Gurgle, spit)

(Original song:)

No-one would listen to the smurfs in prison

So they jumped over the wall

But policemen saw them, he chased them

Caught them, this is what he asked them all:

(To the tune of 'The Smurf Song':)

'Where are you all coming from?'

We're from Dartmoor, on the run

'How did you work out your route?'

We followed the arrows on our suit

'What were you in Dartmoor for?'

We borrowed a safe from the bank next door

'and why do you all talk this way?'

Cause we're from Ketford,aren't we? Uh!

Laaalaaaa (etc...)

(To the tune of 'Matchstalk men':)

With big rosettes and coloured scarves

They go to cheer their favourite stars

They all look forward to their Saturday's

There's one young lad walks down our street

With Bovver Boots upon his feet

And an aerosol can of paint he freely sprays

And he painted Grandad's Bike and next door's cats and dogs

He sprayed a couple on the corner of the street, they were having a snog

He fell down on his can, and his aerosol wen't 'bang'

And all they found was a flat cap and his gloves

(To the tune of 'The Smurf Song':)

Lala lalalalaaaa Lala lalalalaaaaa etc....

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god money, i'll do anything for you.

god money, just tell me what you want me to.

god money, nail me up against the wall.

the god of money don't want everything he wants it all.

 

no you can't take it

no you can't take it

no you can't take that away from me

no you can't take it

no you can't take it

no you can't take that away from me

 

head like a hole.

black as your soul.

i'd rather die than give you control.

head like a hole.

black as your soul.

i'd rather die than give you control.

 

 

bow down before the one you serve.

you're going to get what you deserve.

bow down before the one you serve.

you're going to get what you deserve.

 

god money's not looking for the cure.

god money's not concerned about the sick amongst the pure.

god money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.

the god of money's not one to choose

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Zoom, just one look and then my heart went boom

Suddenly and we were on the moon

Flying high on the neon sky, oh

 

Bang, just one touch and

All the church bells rang

Heaven called and all the angel sang

Sunrise shine in the morning sky, oh

 

Zoom, you chase the day away

High noon, the moon

And stars came out to play

Then my whole wide world went zoom

(I passed the rainbow as it went flying by

Faster and faster we were higher than high)

For once in my lifetime I was finally free

And you came back to me

 

Oh, zoom you chase the day away High noon

The moon and stars came out to play

Then my whole world went zoom

 

Moonbeams dancing in the afternoon

Shadows blowing as the roses bloom

Looking down on a wonderland, oh

 

Smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack

All at once there was no turnin' back

Oh so far above the brightest star, oh

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Tom Waits' version - ;)

 

When you walk through the garden

you gotta watch your back

well I beg your pardon

walk the straight and narrow track

if you walk with Jesus

he's gonna save your soul

you gotta keep the devil

way down in the hole

he's got the fire and the fury

at his command

well you don't have to worry

if you hold on to Jesus hand

we'll all be safe from Satan

when the thunder rolls

just gotta help me keep the devil

way down in the hole

All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword

and they'll shield you with their wings

and keep you close to the lord

don't pay heed to temptation

for his hands are so cold

you gotta help me keep the devil

way down in the hole

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She wore red shoes by the drugstore

as the rain splashed the nickel

spilled like chablis along the midway

theres a little bluejay

in a red dress, on a sad night

 

one straw in a rootbeer

a compact with a cracked mirror

and a bottle of evening in paris perfume

 

he told her to wait in by the magazines

he had to take care of some buisness it seems

bring a raincoat and a suitcase

and your dark eyes

and wear those red shoes

 

theres a dark huddle at the bus stop

umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet

li'l cesaer got caught

he was going down to second

he was cooled

changing stations on the chamber

to steal a diamond

from a jewelry store for his baby

he loved the way she looked in those red shoes

 

she waited by the drugstore

cesaer had never been this late before

and the dogs bayed the moon

and rattled their chains

and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle

was the burglar alarm

snitchin on ceasar

 

now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks

and the hounds splash down the nickel

full of soldiers

and santa claus is drunk in the ski room

and it's christmas eve in a sad cafe

when the moon gets this way

there's a little blue jay

by the newstand

wearing red shoes

 

so meet me tonight by the drugstore

we're goin out tonight

wear your red shoes

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Dearest darling I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore

'Cause something happened to me while I was driving home and I'm not the same anymore

 

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

Ah only one day away from your arms

 

I saw a welcoming light and stopped to rest for the night

And that is when I saw her as I pulled in outside of a small hotel

She was there and so I walked up to her

Asked where I could get something to eat and she showed me where

 

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

Ah only one day away from your arms

 

She took me to a cafe

I asked her if she would stay

She said: "Okay"

 

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

Ah only one day away from your arms

 

The jukebox started to play

And nighttime turned into day as we were dancing closely

All of a sudden I lost control as I held her charms

And I caressed her, kissed her

Told her I'd die before I would let her out of my arms

 

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

Ah only one day away from your arms

 

I hate to do this to you

But I love somebody new

What can I do

And I can never, never, never

Go home again

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From the deserts of Sudan

to the gardens of Japan

From Milan to Yucatan

Every woman, every man

 

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

Hit me! Hit me!

Je t'adore, ich liebe dich,

Hit me! hit me! hit me!

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

Hit me slowly, hit me quick.

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

 

In the wilds of Borneo

And the vineyards of Bordeaux

Eskimo, Arapaho

Move their body to and fro.

 

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

Hit me! Hit me!

Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!

Hit me! hit me! hit me!

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

It's nice to be a lunatic.

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

 

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

 

By the docks of Tiger Bay

Or on the road to Mandalay

From Bombay to Santa Fe

Over the hills and far away

 

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

Hit me! Hit me!

C'est tres bon, mm? Ist es nicht?

Hit me! hit me! hit me!

Hit me with your rhythm stick.

Two fat persons, click, click, click.

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

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