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Oh yeah, he`s coming down the road
With his dad`s guitar hanging over his shoulder
He takes that Woody Guthrie pose
And says, `I`ll buy you cigarettes when you get older.`
But that`s not what we want anyway
We came out to hear him play
Our own curbside concert, Friday at the Circle K
Hey hey, hey hey, Friday at the Circle K
We gather every week
To hear our own rest stop poet, though he can`t really sing on key
Who cares? There`s music in the streets
And he plays his guitar as if she`s a girl like me
And now he`s looking my way
And I can`t think of one thing to say
La da da da dee da, Friday at the Circle K
Hey hey, hey hey, Friday at the Circle K
And when he touches me, it thrills me down to the curb
But if he saw my fantasies, he`d know how I am disturbed!
They go like this:
I follow where he goes
To Greenwich Village and San Francisco
He shows me everything he knows
And he will be a singer and I will be a singer too
And he will play guitar every day
And I will play guitar every day
We`ll say, `What a long way we`ve come from Friday at the Circle K!`
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