I visited the ATM at the local bank yesterday to grab some much needed cash. The nearest Bank of America is probably 27 miles away so I use this out of network bank that is less than 2 miles. Because I’m out of network there’s a $5.00 service fee but that’s okay, my bank reimburses me.

A friend, in Michigan has an upcoming birthday and shopping for the “perfect gift” is too stressful so as you may have guessed, I send cash. This ATM only dispenses 100’s, 20’s, 5’s and 1’s but I’m sending 50. On special occasions my paternal grandmother would sometimes gift my sisters and me money and that currency would ALWAYS BE crisp paper bills. This tradition has been imprinted in me for a hundred years and I need a $50.00 bill. I trot into the bank, stand in line, the teller motions when it’s my turn and when I get to her window, I explain that I want a $50 bill in exchange for these random bills dispensed from THEIR ATM. She asks whether I have an account with them, and I don’t, they are unable to accommodate my request. I explain that I just charged a $5.00 service fee at their ATM…..After a bit of conversation, she reaches out to her superior who after touching and visually inspecting the cash, approves the “transaction”.

Can anyone explain why something so seemingly minor is such a major production?


I trot into the difficult to buy for so I send her money

Kansas, POINT OF KNOW* RETURN

I heard the men saying something
The captains tell they pay you well
And they say they need sailing men to
Show the way, and leave today
Was it you that said, "How long, how long?"

They say the sea turns so dark that
You know it's time, you see the sign
They say the POINT demons guard is
An ocean grave, for all the brave,
Was it you that said, "How long, how long,
How long to the POINT of know return?"

Your father, he said he needs you
Your mother, she says she loves you
Your brothers, they echo your words:
"How far to the POINT of know return?"
"Well, how long?"

Today I found a message floating
In the sea from you to me
It said that when you could see it
You cried with fear, the POINT was near
Was it you that said, "How long, how long
To the POINT of Know Return?

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* I had no idea that the name of the song was Point of KNOW Return, I assumed it was Point of NO Return. Oi! The things you learn!

Bump1

Hey, by accident, I found THIS song today!


Bob Seger, NIGHT MOVES

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the SWORD
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime
Sweet summertime summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

Bob Seger, NIGHT MOVES

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And POINTS all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime
Sweet summertime summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

Thank you, that’s very interesting! I’m a “snowbird” and have been in Florida since October 9. Based on the amount of traffic and cars, driving in and around Fort Myers is super stressful for me and having a driverless vehicle behind me or next to me would scare the ever lovin’ crap outta me!

Generally, do you consider yourself to be lucky? Think of it this way, you saved yourself $7.00!

I hear ya!

The word for Tuesday, November 25, POINT


Gentlemen, you did an excellent job with yesterday’s theme! Have I told you lately……YOU ROCK!

Bryan Adams, CUTS LIKE A KNIFE

Drivin' home this evening
I coulda sworn we had it all worked out
You had this boy believin'
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt

Then I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new
Well who is he baby - who is he
And tell me what he means to you

I took it all for granted
But how was I to know
That you'd be letting go

Now it cuts like a KNIFE
But it feels so right
It cuts like a KNIFE
But it feels so right

There's times I've 'bin mistaken
There's times I thought I'd 'bin misunderstood
So wait a minute darlin'
Can't you see we did the best we could

This wouldn't be the first time
Things have gone astray
Now you've thrown it all away

Now it cuts like a KNIFE
But It feels so right
It cuts like a KNIFE
But it feels so right

Good job! I guess Blondie tunes aren’t “violent”.

You were on fire today!

Missiles and spears, you really thought about you choice! Good job!

NICE CHOICE!

I ❤️ Aerosmith, nice!

Very nice, you didn’t pick the typical “gun” or “knife”!👍🏻

Nice choice, you were thinking “out of the box”!

Nice!

The word for Monday, November 24 is not a word but a theme. The theme being any song with reference to a weapon.

I’m with you!

Thank you for your response but would you please clarify what is meant by “supervise”?

Does supervise mean that someone be present in the driver’s seat? I believe that in the State of Texas, self driving vehicles are on their roads and serving as “cabs”, UBER, etc . If my understanding of Texas and self driving vehicles is correct, then my guess is the fares are sitting in the back seat or in the passenger seat as the woman in the video was.

The Band, THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN

Virgil Caine is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again

In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Said "Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes the Robert E. Lee!"

Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were sing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my BROTHER above me
Who took a rebel stand

He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up
When he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

The Temptations, BALL OF CONFUSION

1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4, Ow!

People moving out, people moving in
Why? Because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, BROTHER, rap on

Well, the only person talking about love thine brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation

Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey

The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities aflame in the summer time
And oh, the beat goes on

Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything
And the band played on

So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows

Oh, Great Googa Mooga, can't you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey

Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation
And the band played on

Eve of destruction, tax deduction
City inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand
Suicide, too many bills, hippies moving to the hills
People all over the world are shouting, "End the war."
And the band played on

Great Googa Mooga, can't you hear me talking to you?
It's a ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
(Sayin') ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
(Sayin') ball of confusion
That's what the world is today...

Marvin Gaye, WHAT’S GOING ON

Hey, hey-hey
Hey, what's happenin'?
Hey, brother, what's happenin'?
Boy, this is a groovy party (Hey, how you doin'?)
Man, I can dig it
Yeah, BROTHER, solid, right on
What's happenin'?
Hey, man, what's happening?
Woo
Everything is everything
We're gonna do a get down today, boy, I'll tell ya

Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
BROTHER, BROTHER, BROTHER
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - yeah

Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, oh (Oh)

Picket lines (Sister) and picket signs (Sister)
Don't punish me (Sister) with brutality (Sister)
Talk to me (Sister), so you can see (Sister)
Oh, what's going on (What's going on)
What's going on (What's going on)
Yeah, what's going on (What's going on)
Oh, what's going on

(In the meantime, right on, baby)
Woo (Right on, baby), woo
Ah-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Woo (Right on, baby, right on)
Right on
Ah-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Mother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
Yeah, what's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's going on - uh
Right on baby
Right on baby

Dire Straits, MONEY FOR NOTHING

I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV

Now look at them yo-yos, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to MOVE these refrigerators
We got to MOVE these colour TVs

See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up?
Yeah buddy, that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot, he's a millionaire

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to MOVE these refrigerators
We got to MOVE these colour TVs
Hoover mover, uh

Got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
He's gotta MOVE these refrigerators
Got to MOVE these colour TVs
Looky here, look out

I should a learned to play the guitar
I should a learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera
Man, we could have some
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
He's banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to MOVE these refrigerators
We got to MOVE these colour TVs

Listen here
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing, and your chicks for free

Money for nothing, chicks for free
Get your money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Ow, money for nothing, yeah
And the chicks for free
What's that?
Get your money for nothing, and your chicks for free
Look at that, look at that
Get your money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
Bozos
Chicks for free (I want my MTV)
Money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
And chicks for free (I want my MTV)
Get your money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
Chicks for free (I want my MTV)
Ah, money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
Chicks for free (I want my MTV)
Easy, easy money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
Easy, easy, chicks for free (I want my MTV)
Easy, easy money for nothing (I want my, I want my)
Chicks for free (I want my MTV)
That ain't working

Money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free

Bob Seger, NIGHT MOVES

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night MOVES
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night MOVES
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night MOVES
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night MOVES
And it was summertime
Sweet summertime summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night MOVES
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night MOVES
With autumn closing in

Carole King, I FEEL THE EARTH MOVE

I feel the earth MOVE under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Ooh, baby, when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh, darling, I can't stand it
When you look at me that way

I feel the earth MOVEP under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Oh, darling, when you're near me
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can't tame
I've just got to have you, baby

I feel the earth MOVE under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel the earth MOVE under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I just lose control
Down to my very soul
I get a hot and cold all over
I feel the earth MOVE under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down,
Tumbling down, tumbling down...

What do you think about self driving cars? I’m going to say I AM SKEPTICAL about them! As far as I’m concerned, things are good until they’re not, right? They’re only a machine and machines break. What happens when a self driving vehicle has a tire blowout? What happens to a self driving vehicle in the event that some ninnyhammer in another lane makes an unforeseen lane change?

In the video, there are two mature gentlemen in the back seat and in awe of the technology. One pointed out that the self driving vehicles will be helpful in the event that their driver’s license are revoked (due to age).

Is anyone able to explain what the need for the lighted beacon on the top of the car?

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This is UNACCEPTABLE and UNBELIEVABLE!

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The Doobie Brothers, LONG TRAIN RUNNING

Down around the corner
A half a mile from here
You see them LONG trains runnin'
And you watch them disappear

Without love
Where would you be now
Without love

You know I saw Miss Lucy
Down along the tracks
She lost her home and her family
And she won't be comin' back

Without love
Where would you be right now
Without love

Well the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Gotta keep on pushin' Mama
'Cause you know they're runnin' late

Without love
Where would you be now - now, now, now
Without love

[Instrumental]

Well the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Gotta keep on pushin' Mama
You know they're runnin' late

Without love
Where would you be now
Without love

When pistons keep on churnin'
And the wheels go 'round and 'round
And the steel rails lie cold and hard
For the miles that they go down

Without love
Where would you be right now
Without love

Where would you be now

Gotta get ya, baby, baby
Won't you boogie down?
Won't you boogie down?

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Won't you boogie down?

Where the big trains run
When the trains are movin' on

Ya gotta keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Won't ya keep on movin'


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The Beatles, THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD

The LONG and winding road, that leads, to your door
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door
The wild and windy night, that the rain, washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way

Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know, the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back, to the LONG winding road
You left me standing here a LONG LONG time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door

But still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here, a long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me waiting), lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

YEAH!

If I could afford a 150 M penthouse, I could afford to pay someone to carry me up that beautiful staircase.

I’m a little short on the cash so I won’t be moving to Manhattan any time soon.

Look what 150 M will buy you in Manhattan.

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I can’t believe that you took MY song!

The word for Thursday, November 20, WAS

Neil Young, HEART OF GOLD

I want to live
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of GOLD
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of GOLD

And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of GOLD
And I'm getting old

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of GOLD
I've been in my mind
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of GOLD

And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching for a heart of GOLD
And I'm getting old

Keep me searching for a heart of GOLD
You keep me searching and I'm growing old
Keep me searching for a heart of GOLD
I've been a miner for a heart of GOLD

Sting, FIELDS OF GOLD

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of GOLD

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of GOLD

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love?
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of GOLD

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of GOLD

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of GOLD
We'll walk in fields of GOLD

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of GOLD

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of GOLD
When we walked in fields of GOLD
When we walked in fields of GOLD

Rolling Stones, BROWN SUGAR

GOLD coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Skydog slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now

Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should

I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you... how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a... just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

And I don’t/won’t miss this being a “snowbird”…..

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That’s quite a story however it is what shaped the man that you have become!

You left the “Glove”? Hmmmmm….. I wonder where you lived because Michigan is definitely shaped like a mitten (at least the lower peninsula is).

What I find peculiar about Florida is their mosquitoes come out for about an hour and then go away.

Please come to my house and have as much fun as you like!

I gave blood today so I’ve been laying on the couch napping and when awake, looking at YouTube. I don’t miss being in Michigan, I don’t miss the cold and I don’t miss the falling leaves.

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I thought it might be a Vette logo on the steering wheel but why would any dealership allow anyone the opportunity to order a green car with a red interior?

What happened to AbbyLee69?

I enjoy Christmas, shopping (the sales), decorating/decorations, the food and gatherings the scents and sounds ie Christmas music. About the music, a week to 10 days before is enough for me however I draw the line when it comes to Alvin and the Chipmunks singing OR THIS;

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What is up with a car that has a green exterior and a red interior and what kinda knucklehead spends their money on it? By the way, is anyone able to identify the make/model of car?

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Red Hot Chili Peppers, GIVE IT AWAY

What I got you got to GIVE it to your mamma
What I got you've got to GIVE it to your pappa
What I got you got to GIVE it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I got you got to get it put it in you
What I got you got to get it put it in you
What I got you got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling, don't stop, continue
I realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide with sly you'll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin' upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the Kaiser

Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free, love me, say, "Hell, yes"
Low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now
Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it

Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Oh, oh yeah
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper

Lucky me swimming in my ability
Dancing down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
My mom, I love her 'cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin' good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me
Ah, there's a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won't let you shiver
His heart is a never gonna wither
Come on, everybody, time to deliver

Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper

What I got you got to give it to your mamma
What I got you've got to give it to your pappa
What I got you got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I got you got to get it put it in you
What I got you got to get it put it in you
What I got you got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling, don't stop, continue
I realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide with sly you'll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin' upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the Kaiser

Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
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