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I’m in
‘Thirteen B’ the N. Y. non-stop to L. A. |
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When I
spy this lady layin’ tracks strayin’ over my way |
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First
she shoots me a look an’ she flashes a smile |
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Then she
bangs up my foot hangin’ out in the aisle |
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An’ she states “Hey right Mate I’m seat ‘Thirteen A’!”
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Well she
slinkers on by as I’m slidin’ outta my chair |
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Like
we’re bankin’ a turn tho’ we’re still not up in the air |
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What a
Sheila she does with koala blue eyes |
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Tho’ I’m
strapped to my seat still I’m startin’ to rise |
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Like a
kangaroo jumps my pump’s thumpin’ away
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up
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I’m a
bit too shy till she breaks me outta my shell |
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I’m as
hypnotized as a patient under her spell |
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I don’t
know what to say to be breezy or cool… |
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If my
tongue turns to clay is it sleazy to drool? |
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So I
say “Well Mate today my fate’s jolly swell!”
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For the
next five hours while we’re whinin’ over the sand |
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This hot
passion flower’s got me dinin’ outta her hand |
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She’s so
glib with ad lib an' the state of surprise |
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She’s so
chic debonair pretty witty an' wise |
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It’s a
mortal blow to know this plane’s gotta land
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up
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Instrumental |
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Back in
Tinsel Town my mate’s flown on home to Melbourne |
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I can
feel my life shakin’ down spinnin’ into a turn |
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I've got
no way to play this high-low attitude |
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Lost on
Hollywood Way ’cross the border of lewd |
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Guess
I’ll follow wonder to find what I must learn
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When I
line her up once I’m flyin’ next to her flag |
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I’ll be
fortified for a far trek out on the swag |
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I don’t
know what she’ll say but I know what to do |
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If she’s
waltzin’ my way Blue I’ll start shootin’ through |
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Please
don’t let on she’s got this Yank tucked in her bag
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up |
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My heart’s been yanked
Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up
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