Ramp Down Races

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When I was a child I heard this song,
Doo-da, Doo-da
I knew but to just sing along
Oh, de doo-da day.

A spritely tune that can’t be wrong,
Doo-da, Doo-da
Where in those words do I belong?
Oh, de doo-da day.

I heard it on TV
I heard it sung with glee
Saloon piano player let your hands dance free
Somebody sing out of key

School bus children sing out loud
Doo-da, Doo-da
With Southern madness we’re endowed
Oh, de doo-da day.

Who in the world would mock this way
Doo-da, Doo-da
Folks whose hearts have flown astray
Oh, de doo-da day.

It’s best that I stop here
My message is thus made clear
I recalled the tune from an Ice Cream truck
That’s how I slipped out of gear

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