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Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down, Open up your windows cuz the candymans in town. Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones, Seven come eleven, boys Ill take your money home. Look out, look out the candyman, Here he comes and hes gone again. Pretty lady aint got no friend till, The candyman comes around again, around again. I come from memphis where I learned to talk the jive, When I get back to memphis be one less man alive. Good morning mr. benson, I see youre doing well, If I had me a shotgun Id blow you straight to hell. Look out, look out the candyman, Here he comes and hes gone again. Pretty lady aint got no friend till, The candyman comes around again, around again. Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind, If youve got a dollar boys, lay it on the line, Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round, Wont you tell everybody you meet that the candymans in town. Look out, look out the candyman, Here he comes and hes gone again. Pretty lady aint got no friend till, The candyman comes around again, around again. |
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