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I spent the summer on my back Another attack Stay in just to get along, get along, get along Turn off the TV, wade in bed A blue and a red A little something to get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Dressing, undressing for the wall If mother calls She knows well we don't get along, get along, get along I tell the mailman, "Never you mind I'll sift through the piles" And for him to just get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open Best, finest surgeon Come cut me open
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