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Now I've got a guy and his name is Dooley He's my guy and I love him truly He's not good lookin', heaven knows But I'm wild about his crazy clothes He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man Tan shoes with pink shoelaces And a big Panama with a purple hat band Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh He takes me deep-sea fishing in a submarine We got to drive-in movies in a limousine He's got a whirly-birdy and a 12-foot yacht Ah, but thats-a not all he's got He's got tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man Tan shoes with pink shoelaces And a big Panama with a purple hat band Now Dooley had a feelin' we were goin' to war So he went out and enlisted in a fightin' corps But he landed in the brig for raisin' such a storm When they tried to put 'em in a uniform He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces And a big Panama with a purple hat band Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Now one day Dooley started feelin' sick And he decided that he better make his will out quick He said "Just before the angels come to carry me I want it down in writin' how to bury me." A'wearin tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man Give me tan shoes with pink shoelaces And a big Panama with a purple hat band Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh And a big Panama with a purple hat band
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