Sitting on a Barbed-Wire Fence

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents

See my hound dog bite a rabbit

And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

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Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast

Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast

Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot

But wouldn't tell me if what I had would last

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Well, this woman I've got, she's filling me with her drive

Yes, this woman I've got, she's thrillin' me with her hive

She's calling me Stan

Or else she calls me Mister Clive

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Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff

I know you're gonna think this song is a cliff

Unless you've been inside a tunnel

And fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fence

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All night!

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Copyright 1970 Warner Bros. Inc.

First release: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3, 1991

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