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Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.
We met a while ago.
At the State Fair.
He was showing his blue ribbon pig.
I was thinging big.
While I was combing my hair.
He was never like the other guys,
Selling curly-fries,
Or rigging the games.
4-H was his one true love.
We'd hang out above
The dunk-tank when it rains.

Gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.
I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.

I'm really into the boys that work there.
The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.
Four days in May: The State Fair!

I used to go out with the other man.
He ran the sno-cone stand.
He looked good from behind.
I like a baggy kind of overall.
They don't really show at all.
I can use my mind

I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.
I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.    We met a while ago.    At the State Fair.    He was showing his blue ribbon pig.    I was thinging big.    While I was combing my hair.    He was never like the other guys,    Selling curly-fries,    Or rigging the games.    4-H was his one true love.    We'd hang out above    The dunk-tank when it rains.       Gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.    I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.       I'm really into the boys that work there.    The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.    Four days in May: The State Fair!       I used to go out with the other man.    He ran the sno-cone stand.    He looked good from behind.    I like a baggy kind of overall.    They don't really show at all.    I can use my mind       I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.    I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.