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In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be there
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In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, save your pappy a chair
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When the party's getting a glow on and singin' fills the air
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In the shank of the night, when the doin's are right, well you can tell 'em I'll be there
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I like a barbecue, I like to boil a ham. And I vote for bouillabaisse stew. 's that?
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I'd like a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake. And you'll get a tummy ache too
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We'll rent a tent or a teepee. Let the town crier cry "All's well!"
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And if it's R S V P, this is what I'll reply: In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em we'll be there
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If you need a pair of freeloaders to fracture your affair
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I may even give them Pagliacci now stand back and give him air
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If one can relax and we'll have a few yaks. And you can tell them we'll be there
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"Oui," said the bumblebee, "Let's have jubilee." "When?" said the prairie hen, "Soon"
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"Sure," said the dinosaur "Where?" said the grisly bear. "Under the light of the moon"
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"How about your brother, jackass?" everyone gaily cried
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"Are you coming to the fracas?" "Ain't gonna blow it!". And all the respects," he sighed
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In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be there
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In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, stick 'em on my hair
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If perchance we look a bit peeked, remember, Se la guerre. If we're still on our feet and there's something to eat
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Well you can tell them we'll be there. In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be there
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In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, better save a chair
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When the party's getting a glow on and singin' fills the air. If there's gas in my hack and my laundry is back
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If there's room for one more and you need me, why sure. If you need a new face or a tenor or base
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If I can climb out of bed and put a head on my head. Well you can tell 'em we'll be there