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Onomatopoeia

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Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents,
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Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence,
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Saying, "Hey, little brother,
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Look what we got for you.
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We're gonna rope off an area and put on a show
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From the Canadian border down to Mexico.
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It might be the most potentially gross
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Thing that we could possibly do."
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Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance.
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Make them pubescents all wet their pants.
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We'll record it live, and that's no jive.
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Hold it, stop it - no, no, no, no!
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"Bang!" went the pistol, "crash!" went the window,
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"Ouch!" went the son of a gun.
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Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya
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Speaking in a foreign tongue.


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Knock, knock - "Hello, can I come in?
Gee, it was a wonderful show.
Oh, you haven't gone on yet?
Well, how was I supposed to know?
Hey, we got a great date; it's really downtown.
We're gonna get the Grand Canyon to do the sound.
It's a boxing ring, but it might be the thing
To really put you in the dough."
Well, listen, little brother, don't you get us wrong.
Why, we even know one of the words to your song.
Just say "I do," and we'll lay it on you:
You, you, and me, me, me, me.
"Bang!" went the pistol, "crash!" went the window,
"Ouch!" went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.

Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance.
Make them pubescents all wet their pants.
We'll record it live, and that's no jive.
Hold it, stop it - no, no, no, no!
"Bang!" went the pistol, "crash!" went the window,
"Ouch!" went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.

(Words and music by John Prine, 1973)

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