down in history
As a mystery to me
Over my place
one minute of a clock
Then over to his
at the tock of a tock.
Well, I'm heading into town
I'm not looking for a fight
Going to town
Not looking for a fight.
Well, I'm heading into town
I'm not looking for a fight
But if he even
looks at me wrong
I might redesign a hat
With my baseball bat.
Babe, you're a mystery
Going down in history
Over my place
Every minute of the clock
And over to his
At the tick of a tock.
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