Tattoos in Mayberry

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I'm crackin it, hackin' it, smackin it in
I''ve been runnin with the crowd that's in
like Flynn over here,
over there
everywhwere.
The Man with the fat wallet, said,
Buddy,do call it,
and don't hesitate to come in.
Now,I'm in,
I'm in,
I'm all the way in,
I'm shakin' with the crowd that's in.
She said make your
self cozy son, come on in, it's colder than sin,
do come in.
Now, I'm
movin;it, groovin it, breakin it in
Jammin' it,, crammin it, cold hard, slammin it 
rockin with the crowd that's in
over here,
over there
everywhere.
Whether you're thin
or overly round
in for a penny,
in for a pound.
Now, I'm in high and tight
and so outta sight.
Well, this is my story,
the guts and the glory,
now that I'm all the way in.

Buddy Bee Anthony


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