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You look like who you say you are
So scoot over, let me drive your car
Roll down the glass, and give me some wind
Lock all the doors, I'm on the loose again
Alright!
Whoo!
I haven't sat behind a wheel like this
Since that job in nineteen fifty-six
Can't wait till I can do it again
Can't keep my nose clean livin' in sin
Alright!
I had a friend down in Alcatraz
He had the money and machine guns stashed
We busted out June twenty-one
We gonna rob, steal totin' our guns
Alright!
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