Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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School got out early,
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it was me, Clyde and Marvin
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let's pull a dine and dash
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I'll be your salt in the jail
Bob's Big Boy,
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the spot for dine and dash pimps
It's easy to get out,
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the place was packed
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Our waitress Rita
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had a beautiful face and nice rack
Marvin had steak and Clyde had fish fries
I had them jumbo shrimp,
but couldn't take my eyes
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off Rita's thighs
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but something else was on my mind
Well how could we leave a girl like Rita
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Around the table and out the door
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the Bob's Big Boy floor
You gotta run fast when
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when you ain't got cash
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our time was running out,
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there was no easy route.
Infatuated with Rita,
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I did not want to cheat her,
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would've washed dishes for a month
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on anything to please her.
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I know it's kinda corny, but I gave my testimony, yes,
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I'm begging her to join me in holy matrimony.
she replied,
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and by the way, it bill comes out to 26 .65. Around
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the table and out the door
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a Bob's Big Boy floor
You gotta run fast when
when you ain't got cash
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a Bob's Big Boy floor
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Heartbroken,
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I asked for another side of rising
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let's get out of here guys
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Around the table and out the door
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Sneakers squeaking across
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above the big boy floor
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Marvin went left and Clyde went right
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yes it's been an out of sight
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almost on my heels
This was a lovely reader
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running after me with a bill
She said, stop, rude boy,
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You're going to the pound
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and she kept right on chasing
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I could swear it was poison
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Then, bam, I tripped
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and the cutter fell on my face
Reader landed on my back,
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it was the end of the race
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Then she pulled her arm around me
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and whispered in my ears
You can't eat and run, dear
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But she never went back to work,
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the cops never came
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I mean, we'd have been together
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since that Dine & Dash day
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Sneakers squeaking across
You gotta run fast when
when you ain't got cash
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the Bob's Big Boy Floor
You gotta run fast
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when you ain't got cash
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Sneakers squeaking across the box,
big boy floor
You gotta run fast
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when you ain't got cash
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Thanks watching,
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