| Well, whatever happened to Lonesome Dave?
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| Used to play in a rock 'n' roll band
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| He’d be up and on the stage
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| All the kids would raise their hands
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| But oh, then disco came
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| Nothing lasts for long
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| Oh, it’s such a shame
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| Lonesome Dave is gone
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| Well, he’d be up there rockin' out
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| Three-hundred-sixty-five days a year
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| Lightnin' Boogie and Amy’s Blues
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| Play it so loud that it hurt my ears
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| And oh, somethin' went wrong
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| Yeah, the times have changed
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| Now it’s a different song
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| Lonesome Dave is gone
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| All right, Dave!
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| Yeah!
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| Well, three P.M. |
| at the Holiday Inn
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| The room service coming on a tray
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| Tuna melt and an orange juice
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| It was heaven there for Lonesome Dave
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| But, oh, that disco came
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| Oh, the times have changed
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| Now it’s a different song
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| Lonesome Dave is gone
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| Well, I wish I was Lonesome Dave
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| I’d lay up with the girls all night
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| I’d run round in the parking lot
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| I’d drink some beer and get into fights
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| But oh, it’s only me
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| Now it’s a different song
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| What will be, will be
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| Lonesome Dave is gone
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| All right, Dave
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| Hang on, Dave, yeah!
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| Well, whatever happened to Lonesome Dave?
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| He used to play in a guitar band
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| Three-hundred-sixty-five days a year
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| God, I know, we all love him, man
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| Yeah, and he’d go wild
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| Yeah, the crowd would yell
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| Time is moving on
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| Lonesome Dave is gone
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| Bye bye, Dave!
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| Yeah
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| Bye bye, Dave! |