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Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad, your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh yeah, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Well, so your daddy says he knows that I don't have any--
Well, tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance!
And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed but for Lord-have-mercy
And my machine she's a dud, all stuck in the mud, somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we greet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'--
ChorusHey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey HEY!!!
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