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~I’m going down down baby your street in a Range Rover street sweeper baby cocked, ready to let it go~

~Shimmy shimmy cocoa what, listen to it pound, light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now~

I don’t know the verses but that chorus is embedded in my brain


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