Two hundred fifty-nine thousand,
People gather round and start shoutin',
Gimme my Two-Five-Nine.

Two hundred fifty-nine thousand,
People gather round and start shoutin',
Gimme my Two-Five-Nine.

There once was a man, with a three-prong hand,
And a body made out of sticks.
And some got mad with the handsome lad,
'Cause he pulled all their chicks.

They told him once, they told him twice,
You ain't got the rhythm to groove,
Said, "I may be thin, but I got a big grin,
And a break-down dance moves."

Two hundred fifty-nine thousand,
People gather round and start shoutin',
Gimme my Two-Five-Nine.

Two hundred fifty-nine thousand,
People gather round and start shoutin',
Gimme my Two-Five-Nine.

Two hundred fifty-nine bows for you,
Two hundred fifty-nine miles we'd walk for you,
Two hundred fifty-nine flowers for you,
Two hundred fifty-nine...

There once was a man, with a three prong hand,
And a body made out of sticks,
And some got mad, with the handsome lad,
'Cause he pulled all their chicks.

They told him once, they told him twice,
You ain't got the rhythm to groove,
Said, "I may be thin, but I got a big grin,
And a break down dance move."

Gimme my 259

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