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Kick the ball to me don't
Kick the ball to me.

The party starts at nine

I'm sitting with the typewriter
The jazz is making time

I don't need it every day
It doesn't seem to mind, oh

Kick the ball to me don't
Kick the ball to me.

Come tell me something saucy
Tell me something true

Tell me that you want me
To give you something blue

Well the party starts way past nine
And you're sitting in my chair

If I saw you every day
Every day'd be that more fair, oh

Kick the ball to me c'mon
Kick the ball to me.