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Post by Ken Corbett on Jan 22, 2012 21:07:18 GMT -5
All the young boys knew him at least knew who he was knew that he was cruisin' nights in the purple Buick
When the dark sedan came gliding down the road some would run and hide some were brash and bold
he's been looking for you even my friends would say he has goodies for you if you'll come out to play
why don't you climb inside let him take you to the pit you know it doesn't hurt even a little bit
he'll give you lots of beer he's got lots of smokes if you let him have some he'll even give you tokes
then one night they caught him parked down in the pit the monster of our childhood we've never seen him since
and I never did get into the purple Buick.......
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