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Her name was Sawyer,
she was a showgirl
With purple flowers in her hair and a bandeau down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Danny always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from eight till four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copy,
Copycatbana
The hottest spot east of Tarzana
At the Copy, Copycatbana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copy .... they fell in love |
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His name was Wade, oh,
he was a ferret
He was escorted to his chair,
he saw Sawyer dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Wade he went a bit too far,
Danny sailed across the bar
And then the cream-pies flew and cakes were smashed up, too
There was fruit and eclairs a flyin'
But just who got who?
At the Copy, Copycatbana
Watch out for a flying banana
At the Copy, Copycatbana
Pie fights and passion were always the fashion
At the Copy .... she lost dessert
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Her name is Sawyer, she
was a showgirl
But that was half an hour ago,
before the boys broke up the show
Now it's a food-fight, but not for Sawyer
Still in the dress she used to wear,
Cool-Whip and cherries in her hair
She sits there so resigned,
with Dan and Wade cream-blind
She's lost her smile and she's lost her patience
She thinks they've lost their minds!
At the Copy, Copycatbana
The hottest spot east of Tarzana
At the Copy, Copycatbana
'Tween ferret and kitty the whole place looks...messy
At the Copy .... don't throw that pie
Don't throw that pie |
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