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Dr. John

Well Roberta, well Roberta
Girl can't you hear me, calling you?
You are three times seven, baby
You know just what you gotta do

Well Roberta, well Roberta
Girl you tell me, where you bell*
Well you gotta on this moring
You had your belly full of jam

Well I say hurry
Hurry Roberta
Girl you've got company
We ain't at home
Why don't you hurry a little, Roberta?
Don't you leave that boy alone

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