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| A Gypsy mutant industrial vacuum cleaner dances about a mysterious night time camp fire. Festoons. Dozens of imported castanets, clutched by the horrible suction of its heavy duty hose, waving with marginal erotic abandon in the midnight autumn air.
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| Album notes by FZ
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| All the vocals in this album were a preview of the story from “200 Motels”.
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| Coming. Soon. Near. You.
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| Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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| Yeah! Sure gets lonesome
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| Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
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| Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis I thought I had the clap for sure
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| Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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| “Lonesome” ain’t the word
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| Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?
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| Oh, tell it like it was, Frank!
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| You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
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| And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
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| Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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| Don’t it ever give a young man the blues?
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| Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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| Don’t it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
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| When the PA system eats it
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| And the band plays some of the most terrible shit you’ve ever known
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| Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your ✄ hot little mama too?
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| Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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| Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor? What the ROAD ladies DO to you?
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| [Instrumental]
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| I know someday I will never
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| I’ll never go out on the road again
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| I know someday I will never
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| I ain’t gonna roam the countryside no more
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| I’m gonna hang up them ol’ Holiday Inns, yeah
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| And heal my knees up from when I was doin’ it on the floor
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| See me doing it!
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| See me doing it on the floor
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| Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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| Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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| Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor? What the ROAD ladies DO to you?
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Girl! Girl! Girl!
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| I love you so hard now, I’m cryin’ for you
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| Don’t make me lose my pride
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| I want to come inside
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| And grab ahold of you
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| And grab ahold of you
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Now! Now! Now!
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| I wanna feel it, give me your love now
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| Don’t make me steal it
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| Don’t make me steal it
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Girl! Girl! Girl!
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| I love you so hard now, I’m cryin’ for you
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| Burnin’ with fire
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| I gotta hot desire
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| Baby
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| Aaaaahhh!
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| Aaaaahhh yeah!
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] Remember Freddie and Jo
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| The night you went to the show?
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| A monster movie
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| Clutchin’ at yer hand
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| Wait ten seconds
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| Clutchin’ at yer arm
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| Wait ten seconds
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| Clutchin’ at yer elbow
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| Wait ten seconds
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| Where did your brassiere go?
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| The monster came out
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| Everybody shout
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| People all around you
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| Screamin’ at the monster
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| The monster from the U.S.O.
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| Who’s this dude with his hair straight back?
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| His new white socks, an’ his pants all black
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| His t-shirt’s rolled
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| His watch is gold
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| A ‘55 Chevy that his brother just sold
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| With his arm around yer waist
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| An’ his hand is in yer pants
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| An’ he asks you for a date
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| To the servicemen’s dance
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| Suppose you don’t wanna
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| What can you do
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| When a joker like that
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| Got his hands on you?
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| Oh, baby!
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| T-T-T-Tell me, baby
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.O.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.O.?
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| Lift up your dress if the answer is no
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Would you go all the way?
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| Hi and howdy doody?
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| I’m a union man, you can call me Rudy
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| Any you boys not paid up on your cards?
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| Huh?
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| You know I’m pleased to meet ya
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| Been tryin’ all day to reach ya
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| The union’s here to help everyone of you rock & roll stars
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| Rock & roll stars
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| You - boys - know - we - care - so - mutcha
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| Aboutcha - the way - they treat ya
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| They send - a - guy - like - me - to - every - gig
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| Just to get a chance to meet ya
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| To check and see
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| No wrong’s been done
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| That’s one good reason
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| I carry a gun
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| I hope the bulge
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| Don’t bum you out
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| Wanna get a good look?
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| Let me pull it right out!
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| Let me pull it right out!
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| Let me pull it right out!
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| Let me whip it right out!
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| Rudy!
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| Hi and howdy doody?
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| I’m a union man, you can call me Rudy
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| Any you boys not paid up on your cards?
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| You know I’m pleased to meet ya
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| Been tryin’ all day to reach ya
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| The union’s here to help everyone of you rock & roll stars
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| Ha ha ha ha!
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| Welcome to Chicago
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| Welcome to L.A.
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| Welcome to our local here
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| You’ll always hear me say…
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| The work dues here, it’s a coupla bucks
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| I’m sure you’re glad to pay
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| Whip it out, here’s your receipt
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| Now I’ll go away
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| Now I’ll go away
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| Now I’ll go away
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| Now I’ll go away
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| Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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| Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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| Away-ay-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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| POO-AHH!
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| I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
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| Cryin’ for Sharleena, don’t you know?
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| I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
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| But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
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| Where my Sharleena’s been
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| I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
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| Cryin’ for Sharleena, can’t you see?
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| I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
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| But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
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| Where my Sharleena’s been
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| Ten long years I’ve been lovin’ her
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| Ten long years and I thought deep down in my heart she was mine
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| Ten long years I’ve been lovin’ her
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| Ten long years I would call her my baby and now I’m always cryin’
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| Ugh!
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| Ugh!
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| I would be so delighted, I would be so delighted
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| If they would just send her on home to me
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| I would be so delighted (mmh mmmh), I would be so delighted (I-I I-I-I)
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| If they would just send her on home to me
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| Send my baby home to me!
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| Send my baby home to me!
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| Send my baby ho-oo-ome!
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| Send my baby home to me!
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 Design by Cal Schenkel - Photo by Phil Franks.jpg "(Front) Design by Cal Schenkel - Photo by Phil Franks")
 Art by Cal Schenkel.jpg "(LP inside left) Art by Cal Schenkel")
 Art by Cal Schenkel.jpg "(LP inside right) Art by Cal Schenkel")
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