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*Wise guys in Presley-style haircuts mill around the booming jukebox It's late in the fifties and there are no hippies Sweltering October afternoon So you buy a soda and drink it slowly Your meagre resources make you lowly I stand in awe, dazed and wondering This machine has a hand and a brain Feed it a coin and it picks your song Suddenly King Creole is playing and they all jump like catfish on the pole I'm no square so I too twitch, turn and jump Everybody is dancing and life is a rock'n roll song*
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
The JukeBox (Reminiscing)
*Wise guys in Presley-style haircuts mill around the booming jukebox It's late in the fifties and there are no hippies Sweltering October afternoon So you buy a soda and drink it slowly Your meagre resources make you lowly I stand in awe, dazed and wondering This machine has a hand and a brain Feed it a coin and it picks your song Suddenly King Creole is playing and they all jump like catfish on the pole I'm no square so I too twitch, turn and jump Everybody is dancing and life is a rock'n roll song*
Thanks Steve for the correction. I had called it a 'duke box'!!! Perhaps an error emanating from the phonological similarity.
david-mungoshi
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
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