Yeah Im a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah Im a go down and pick em off the ground Off the ground Stand in the traffic and whale and Ill dance Just to watch the plastics trip as they glance Well, well Ill go down and show em all our sound All our sound Im a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah Maybe, just maybe they wont find me crazy When the first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of some fun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what theyve been wanting The first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of the sun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what theyve been wanting Bring what you choose Your roots and dancing shoes Your kazoos and kangaroos Weve got nothing to loose Well, Well Ill go down and show em all around Show em all around Sing your own tune or just sing along Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong Well Ill go down and show em how to drown Show em how to drown Im a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat yeah Maybe, just maybe they wont find me crazy When the first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of some fun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what theyve been wanting The first ones to come is always the young and Drops a baby at the sight of the sun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what theyve been wanting Im a go down to the carnival street and Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet Well Im a go down to the merry go round
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