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I get no kicks from champagne,
Beer, alcohol, doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me how it can be true,
That I get a belt out of you.
Some get their kicks from cocai-ai-ai-aiiine-
Hold it, hold it! What the hell is that shit? I meant a song! A real song. You know:
Swing low, sweet chaaaariottt...
...Don't know that one, huh?
How 'bout DeCamp Town Lady?
DeCamp Town Lady sing this song, doo dah, doo dah,
DeCamp Town racetrack five miles long, all the doo dah day. Going to ride all night, going to ride all day-
What in the wide, wide world a' sports is goin' on here?! I hired you guys to lay a track, not jump around like a couple a' Kansas City faggots!
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