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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSitting on a Barbed-Wire Fence
I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two centsI paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five centsSee my hound dog bite a rabbitAnd my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fenceWell, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fastYes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fastWell, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shotBut wouldn't tell me if what I had would lastWell, this woman I've got, she's filling me with her driveYes, this woman I've got, she's thrillin' me with her hiveShe's calling me StanOr else she calls me Mister CliveOf course, you're gonna think this song is a riffI know you're gonna think this song is a cliffUnless you've been inside a tunnelAnd fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fenceAll night!
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