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    Well I'm going out west
    Where the wind blows tall
    'Cause Tony Franciosa
    Used to date my ma
    They got some money out there
    They're giving it away
    I'm gonna do what I want
    And I'm gonna get paid
    Do what I want
    And I'm gonna get paid

    Little brown sausages
    Lying in the sand
    I ain't no extra, baby
    I'm a leading man
    Well, my parole officer
    Will be proud of me
    With my Olds 88
    And the devil on a leash

    I know karate, Voodoo too
    I'm gonna make myself available to you
    I don't need no make up
    I got real scars
    I got hair on my chest
    I look good without a shirt

    Well I don't lose my composure
    In a high speed chase
    Well my friends think I'm ugly
    I got a masculine face
    I got some dragstrip courage
    I can really drive a bed
    I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal
    Or maybe just Rex
    Change my name to Hannibal
    Or maybe just Rex
    Change my name to Hannibal
    Maybe just Rex

    I know karate, Voodoo too
    I'm gonna make myself available to you
    I don't need no make up
    I got real scars
    I got hair on my chest
    I look good without a shirt

    I'm gonna drive all night
    Take some speed
    I'm gonna wait for the sun
    To shine down on me
    I cut a hole in my roof
    The shape of a heart
    And I'm goin' out west
    Where they'll appreciate me
    Going out west
    Going out west
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