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| In a little town in Idaho | way back in '6 | 1 |
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| A | man was flyin' | burgers; gee, it | seemed like lots of | fun |
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| But | to his friend the bun boy, he con | fessed it's miser | y |
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| "I | think I'd like to | start a group, so | come along with | me." |
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| And all you | sta-ations across the | na-ation |
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| Please | play our records | for your congre- | ga-ation |
| Verse 2: |
| The band soon started boomin'; they were rakin' in the coins |
| They found a few musicians and persuaded them to join |
| And Paul Revere decided, since they had such new-found fame |
| "We need a fancy title," and the Raiders they became |
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| Verse 3: |
| They soon packed up for Hollywood to reap their fortunes there |
| The streets aren't really paved with gold and you can't live on air |
| And then Dick Clark approached them, said "I know a thing or 2: |
| I'll put you on a TV show and make big stars of you." |
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| Verse 4: |
| Now things are goin' groovy and we really can't complain |
| Though the pace of rock and rollin' nearly drives us all insane |
| And everybody's pushin', sayin' "Give it all you can!" |
| I've come to think of it, our business manager's our biggest fan |
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