Brother, our singing, is like an alarm ringing,
We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong,
Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers,
They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork!
(Our fancy footwork!)
(Our fancy footwork!)

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Of course you can try take a treat through her mother,
Enlighten her nostalgia for a little flame!
But that my friends can also get oh so very fatal,
(inaudible) I remember (inaudible)

And everybody knows!

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So Daddy, dear Mister, I am a family trickster,
And on your place I would be watching twice as much,
But wooah-ho! We'll always be winning,
And just standing feeding pigeons on the Brighton beach boardwalk.

And everybody knows!

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