I tell ya kinky
You foxy little flirt
I caught
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
You
Now you say you're lonely
You cried the whole night
Take it or leave it on a Saturday night
If what
Yeah, hey hey, hey hey...
Dancing queen, sold like black vaseline
She
In water still
The night I met the pony
It
The boys and Dukes are ready to rumble
The word
At first we three thought
It was the biblical cord of
When you live alone
Push Comes To Shove
When you're bitchin' on
Now
It was a take it or a leave it
Kinda
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