| The two-step it drug like a ball and chain
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| While the band was playing something like Moon River or Somewhere Over The
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| Rainbow
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| And I was chasing the black man with the champagne
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| And I was chasing the black girl with the Oysters Rockefeller
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| And it was a highbrow occassion
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| For no special reason
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| And nobody knew
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| Nobody knew
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| That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor
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| And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral director
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| Who poisoned the saxophone section
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| And if you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| If you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| Red and yellow, black and tan
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| But white that’s the color of the big boss man
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| It was a twenty-piece orchestra at the Warwick Hotel
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| With some fat man from the opera who tried to sing Misty
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| And it was black men and black boys in white ties and tails
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| And mascara and rouge and fake fingernails
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| If you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| If you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| Red and yellow, black and tan
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| But white that’s the color of the big boss man
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| They had them everywhere man
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| They had one on every foot and every hand
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| And they was all saying yes sir
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| And right away ma’am
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| And they was picking up plates
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| And they was pouring wine
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| And they was checking umbrellas
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| And making shoes shine
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| And they was handing out towels in the washroom
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| For a quarter
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| And it was an acceptable level of ecstasy
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| As far as everyone could see
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| But nobody knew
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| That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor
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| And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral director
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| Who poisoned the saxophone section
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| And if you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| If you ain’t the big daddy
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| You ain’t nobody
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| Red and yellow, black and tan
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| But white that’s the color of the big boss man |