Shake That Thing

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Crying out loud  the face in the crowd Can you hear me talkin'        The
river was dry        that was why  I'm on the road and walking          A
man on a horse with a box on his head  He was sayin' to the nation     He
pay him dues     the goodbye blues  is simple    syncopation    And then I

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 told my story to the cannibal king    said                  Shake  that thing
 
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                   Shake that thing
 
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 Go and see  the    frogman              and  tell  him all your troubles
     take  your  umbrella  'cause he keeps  on  blowing  bubbles       Come
 up  and  let  me analyse you said the monkey    to the weasel       And I'll
 paint your picture on the wall    if you can buy  the  easel         And I 

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 told my story to the cannibal king  said  baby  baby    shake that thing

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   baby             Shake that thing

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 Once  upon  a     sunshine           before  the  final  bell              I
 told my  story to big boy     with connections straight from Hell        His
 fiddle was  his   sweetheart       he was her favourite beau             And 
 hear me saying as all he was playing  them songs from long ago              I

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 told my story to the cannibal king said  baby  baby      shake that thing
 
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    baby            Shake that thing

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 Too late  too late can be the cry       So take  it  if  you need it      There's
 no such thing as  a  dirty book        Its just the way  you read it          So
 goodbye baby I'll    see you soon      Its gotta  be  that  way               So
 bury me not on the   lone prairie   Come a tie yie yipee yie aye          Come a

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 tie  yie  yipee yie aye       Come a tie yie yipee yie aye           Come a

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 tie............................       yie..........            yippie yie

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 Aye..                shake that thing                 
                   on the lone prairie