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Jedidiah Five left one right washed up on Jedidiah Paperboy's got nothing to deliver on Six feet washed up on the shore They used to dance but maybe not no more I never felt sorry for an oceanographer bodies make it to you like a five star mummy in a three-striped shoe on Jedidiah I need it good I need it cheap but don't make me beg I got the brain of a tramp but can't feel my legs They moved to the island to escape the race Memorized every name Memorized every face Till one day knock knock knock knock on your door You know who's feet these are? Who's not gonna dance no more? |