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Hoots and hollers in the city
Rivers rats all lay down low
Pretty girls flash by in fast cars
Past the taverns in a row
Ring, ring you bells
Ring all over the town
Somebody's dyin', somebody's bein' born
Somebody's dancing round and round
Hoot and holler at the new banks and churches
As I walk down to the bar
Let my wool grow long for winter
Try an' flag me down a car
As the steeple is unloading
And the pigeons swoop and glide
And the burnouts stagger homeward
Honey, could I get a ride?
