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INSTRUMENTAL
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Hello Satch, this is Francis, Louie. Its so nice to see you back where you belong. Youre back on top, Louie, never stop, Louie. Youre still singing, youre still swinging, youre still going strong You
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, dears. Now that Mack, he's back in town Take it, Satch
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Sukey?. . Tawdry Jenny, Diver Lotte. Lenya Sweet, Lucy Brown Oh. the, line forms on the right dears, Now. that Mack he's back, in town Take. it Satch
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So-ci-ety. . Armstrong. But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,. To stop that wedding and kill that match. I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun,. And play in such a way that she'll come back
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So-ci-ety. . Armstrong. But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,. To stop that wedding and kill that match. I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun,. And play in such a way that she'll come back
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Hello Satch, this is Francis, Louie. Its so nice to see you back where you belong. Youre back on top, Louie, never stop, Louie. Youre still singing, youre still swinging, youre still going strong You
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Sukey?. . Tawdry Jenny, Diver Lotte. Lenya Sweet, Lucy Brown Oh. the, line forms on the right dears, Now. that Mack he's back, in town Take. it Satch
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Sukey?. . Tawdry Jenny, Diver Lotte. Lenya Sweet, Lucy Brown Oh. the, line forms on the right dears, Now. that Mack he's back, in town Take. it Satch
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line forms on the right, dears. Now that Mack, he's back in town. . Take it, Satch
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(B. Cummings - D. Troiano). . Round about '20 the folks had plenty. No, they couldn't ask for too much more,. The fatha kept thumpin' and the satch got jumpin'. And they rang right through
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side. That's old Cindy-Lou goin' with me. Gone fishin'. Fleas are bitin' at his hide. Get away from me boy, you botherin' me Mmm, folks won't find us now because. Mister Satch and Mister Cross. We
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-hmm-hmm). Fleas are bitin' at his hide. (Get away from me boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because. Mister Satch and Mister Cros. We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'. (Bah-boo
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-hmm-hmm). Fleas are bitin' at his hide. (Get away from me boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because. Mister Satch and Mister Cros. We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'. (Bah-boo
