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Hot Hot Heat - Jedidiah

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Five left one right washed up on Jedidiah

Paperboy's got nothing to deliver on

Six feet washed up on the shore

They used to dance but maybe not no more

I never felt sorry for an oceanographer

bodies make it to you like a five star mummy in a three-striped shoe

on Jedidiah

I need it good I need it cheap but don't make me beg

I got the brain of a tramp but can't feel my legs

They moved to the island to escape the race

Memorized every name

Memorized every face

Till one day knock knock knock knock on your door

You know who's feet these are?

Who's not gonna dance no more?

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