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Six sets smoked on saturdaysAt barnaby’s on stateCountless california callsWe could not stand the waitWe played the pier on venice beachThe crowd called out for moreZappa and the mothers nextWe finished with a roarJimi was so kind to usHad us on the tourWe got some educationLike we never got beforeAround the world in twenty daysWe played most every nightJet-lag, girls, strange languagesEveryone began to fightLowdown at the caribouAll rumours asideWas we could never get togetherNot unless we triedSummer with the beach boysWe got sand all in our shoesMade some special musicEverybody sang the blues

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