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Intro:
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Slap string with pick
0x9890
Three waitresses all wearing
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Black diamond earrings
555400 222100
Talking about zombies and Singapore
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slings
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No trouble in their faces
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Not one anx - ious voice
555400 222100
None of the crazy you get from too much choice
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The thumb and the satchel or the rented Rolls
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-Royce
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And you think she knows something
222100
By the second refill
999800
You think she's enlightened
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As she totals your bill
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You say "Show me the way
To Barangrill"
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Slap string with pick
Follow the same pattern for other verses:
Well some say it's in service
They say "Humble Makes Pure"
You're hoping it's near Folly
'Cause you're headed that way for sure
And you just have to laugh
'Cause it's all so crazy
Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend
And eggs over easy
It's just a trick on you
Her mirrors and your will
So you ask the truck driver
On the way to the till
But he's just a slave
To Barangrill
The guy at the gas pumps
He's got a lot of soul
He sings Merry Christmas for you
Just like Nat King Cole
And he makes up his own tune
Right on the spot
About whitewalls and windshields
And this job he's got
And you want to get moving
And you want to stay still
But lost in the moment
Some longing gets filled
And you even forget to ask
"Hey, Where's Barangrill?"
Repeat intro till fade out.
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