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No name Mambo out on the street Busy feet dancing with the beat Sweet is the innocense of our jamming party We’re loud and proud part of the crowd tonight Leering and jeering hoping that the brain steering our feet is not beyond the legal limit of intoxication For if it were we’d just be a bunch of crazy drunks on the loose in the unsuspecting streets of wholesome Omaha, yes somewhere in middle America There’s evidence of mischief as we count our footsteps, desperately trying to stay in beat with the feverish band Mambo dancing romancing the girls who make us cry blood rushing straight to my eyes, hope that a vessel in my head doesn’t brake before the next drum beat Cooky crazy feet sweeping through this town like a cloud on fire Louder and faster than the highest high tonight Mambo until we die! Them horns keep blowin’ and I don’t quite know if I’m in tune with what they’re playin’ but I couldn’t care less! Like that? It’s my catch phrase,yes! Take that with a finger snap out here next to the grocery store dancing with Rebecca Rohre now tonight as we mambo under the moon |
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