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really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his door Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an a-k Fore you go to bed at night
you really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his door Let 'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an A-K Fore you go to bed
a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that
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