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I don't want to know if it's a nouvelle Sweet Dublin honey doesn't go with me I walk alone, don't want nobody And that's the way it's going to be I was born on a cold December I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean Johnson Today I remain wild Now there ain't no turning back, no, no Now there ain't no turning back
I dig the sound of a Gretsch guitar You find me where these swindle places are For all the other cats faces Are barely near and yet too far I was born on a cold December I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean Johnson Today I remain wild Now there ain't no turning back, no, no Now there ain't no turning back
Just watch me shimmy 'cause I'm the lead The boys are early but they are fun and sweet This is the month that I stump my feet Outside on the street again I was born on a cold December I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean Johnson Today I remain wild And there ain't no turning back, no, no Now there ain't no turning back
I don't want to know if it's a nouvelle Sweet Dublin honey doesn't go with me I walk alone, don't want nobody And that's the way it's gonna be I was born on a cold December I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean Johnson Today I remain wild And there ain't no turning back, no, no Now there ain't no turning back
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