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Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium

(chorus):
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught; just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair
When two policemen grabbed me, unaware
He say, "Is your name Henry?" I says, "Why sure"
He says, "You the boy we've been lookin' for"

Framed, I was framed
I never do nothin' wrong
But I always get blamed, framed

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Sitting on the buses (girls)
Getting outta taxis (girls)
Walking and wiggling by (yeah, yeah, yeah, girls)

In tight sweaters (girls)
In short dresses (girls)
So pretty Lord I could cry (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go

Now ain't that just like me
Well you know crackin' up over you
You know that I love you (yeah) love you (yeah)
Won't you come along there too

She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you better not touch

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Well now if I have to swim a river, you know I will,
And if I have to climb a mountain you know I will.
And if she's hiding up on a blueberry hill,
I'm gonna find her, child, you know I will.
Cause I've been searching, oh yeah, searching,
My goodness, searching every which a-way. Yeah. Yeah.
But I'm like the Northwest Mountie,
You know I'll bring her in some day. Gonna find her.

Georgia (Brown), Georgia (Brown)
Georgia (Brown), Georgia

Who's that chick in the yellow dress?
(Sweet Georgia Brown)
Well well well well, that's the girl that I love best
(Sweet Georgia Brown)
Who does the hop and the Texas bop like

Three cool cats, three cool cats
Parked on the corner in a beat-up car
Dividing up a nickel candy bar
Talking all about how sharp they are, these
Three cool cats

Three cool chicks, three cool chicks
Walkin' down the street swingin' their hips

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wait a minute let me understand

While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand

Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more

Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom

I saw her standin' on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair
I couldn't stop myself from shoutin:
Look a-there! Look a-there!
Look a-there! Look a-there!

Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind