(Kinky Friedman & Panama Red)
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She climbed the stairs that mornin¡¯
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Found him rather pale
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His eyes they were the color
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Of half-drunk ginger ale.
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Faithful as a Magnavox
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Hung-up on a song
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She cried down to the breakfast nook,
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¡°Ward, there¡¯s something wrong.¡±
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
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Beaver was a dreamer
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Never got it right
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Died in livin¡¯ color
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Lived in black an¡¯ white.
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Faithful as a Magnavox
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Hung-up on a song
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She cried down to the breakfast nook,
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¡°Ward, there¡¯s something wrong.¡±
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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The Beaver I believe-uh is gone.
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong with the Beaver
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Somethin¡¯s wrong.
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Somethin' s Wrong With The Beaver
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| Kinky Friedman |
