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Mel Brooks (1926-) | ![]() |
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![]() With hoops to jump and dreams to chase And one day fate'll put us all in our place Going going gone And one day God might come on back With a summer tan and a Cadillac Time, he'll laugh, why I just lost track What else could he really say? |
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