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What is wrong with everybody latelyWhat the deuce has happened to the gangNo-one chews the rag, no-one pulls a gagSay do I have to whip the whole shebangTimes are not as bad as what you readAnd yours truly knows just what you needLet's all meet at my houseJust make yourselves at homeI'll drag out my banjoIf someone will play the combAnd we'll sing all the old songsEncase someone feels blueLet's all meet at my houseLet my house be your house tooI'll take you to his house, if you'll be my sweetheartOn no solo this is good neighbor workBut darling I'm ready whenever you care to startThat's right take the big red busIf they play post office, remember I'm with youHere here now Woodward, break it upSo let's go to his house, it seems like the thing to doCome on Aus Songtexte Mania