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Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weather's fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old
Who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything
Tell fish and Tracy the weather's fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old
Who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
Track duration: 01:22
"Arrivederci" as written by Ambrosia Nicole Parsley
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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