"Okay?"
"One, two, three..."
"Hold it! Ah..."
"One, two, three!"
I dig a pony.
Well, you can celebrate anything you want,
Yes, you can celebrate anything you want.
I do a road hog.
Well you can penetrate any place you go.
I told you so, all I want is you.
Ev'rything has gotta be just like you want it to.
Because
I pick a moondog.
Well you can radiate ev'rything you are.
I roll a stoney.
Well you can imitate ev'ryone you know.
I feel the wind blow.
Well you can indicate anything you see.
I cold and lonely.
Well you can syndicate any boat you row.
"Thank you, brothers"
"Me hands getting, too cold to play the chords"
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