Outside hangs a sign that says no loitering aloud,
Underneath that sign always gathers quite a crowd.
Seven men are singin, and they're standing in a line,
The crowd is congregating just to see the 2 5 9.

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The crowd begins to silence and they listen to their sound,
The women start a-screaming and they bow down on the ground.
The men are getting jealous, 'cause the singers are so fine.
They know they cannot get none of the master 2 5 9.

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They're standin' on the corner, (standin' on the corner)
And they're singin' towards the street, (singin' towards the street)
They're snappin' with their fingers,
And they're stomping with their feet.

They're happy 'cause they're famous,
And they're handsome and they're hot,
They're gettin' all the women,
And the other men are not.

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