I'm gonna move, baby, way out on the outskirts of town I'm gonna move way out on the outskirts of town I don't want nobody who's always hanging around
I'm gonna tell you baby, we're gonna move away from here I don't want no ice man, I'm gonna get me a frigidaire When we move way out on the outskirts of town I don't want nobody who's always hanging around
I'm gonna bring my own groceries, gonna bring them everyday That'll stop the grocery boy, and keep him away
When we move way out on the outskirts of town I don't need nobody always hanging around It may seem funny honey, as funny as funny can be But if we have any children, I want them all to look like me When we move way out on the outskirts of town I don't want nobody always hanging around
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