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I Don'T Know

What’s his name? What’s his name? I don’t know, I don’t know Let me go, let me go What’s his name? Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John Doe, Why do you ask me so, I don’t know? Why do you hold me in this beau? Even so, why you ask me something I don’t know? Whoa holy Joe, I don’t know, no James Monroe. Furthermo, I didn’t know he was in a picture show With Little Joe and Little Big Toe! Even so I didn’t know he was a tennis pro Now on skid row and his wife working a strip show I didn’t know! So you gonna let me go? Whoa, why you hit me in the stomach below And caused my knees to hit the floor Watch it bro, don’t hit me no mo If you hit me again below, here’s how its gonna go Like quid pro quo I’m lay low and sneak up on you like a UFO stopping your show with a glide of an unexpected blow Across the thing that help you go! Then I’ll take an arrow and shoot you in every toe, Just like a woman during her menstrual flow You’re not gonna know what hit you bro It will be like a hammer blow from your Head to your toe And this is what will happen if you don’t let me go! Hello

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