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Alley Oop

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There's a man in the funny papers we all know

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He lives 'way back a long time ago

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He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew

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Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-oop

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He got a chauffeur that's a genuwine dinosawruh

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And he can knuckle your head before you can count to fawruh

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He got a big ugly club and a head fullah hairuh

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Like great big lions and grizzly bearuhs

(Alley-oop) He's the toughest man there is alive

(Alley-oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide

(Alley-oop) He's the king of the jungle jive

(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)

--Dallas Frazier (songwriter 1957), The Hollywood Argyles, Alley-Oop, 1960

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