Google Glitch, Stolen Money, Sweatpants… and Online Marketing 8.14.20

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This is a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin’ better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose
They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso
That’s where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle
Bobbie Sue took the money and run

Sweatpants Forever
Ned Kelly was a victim of the changes
That came when his land was a sprout and seed
And the wrongs he did were multiplied in legend
With young Australia growing like a weed
Ned Kelly took the blame
Ned Kelly won the fame
Ned Kelly brought the shame
And then Ned Kelly hanged
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I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
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Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin’ people
But I can tell you people They were the devil’s children,
Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin’
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way,
They robbed a store, and high-tailed outa that town
Got clean away in a stolen car,
And waited till the heat died down,
Bonnie and Clyde advanced their reputation
And made the graduation
Into the banking business.
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I’ve been caught stealing
Once when I was 5
I enjoy stealing
It’s just as simple as that
Well, it’s just a simple fact
When I want something,
I don’t want to pay for it
I walk right through the door
Walk right through the door
Hey all right!

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We ain’t going to the party
We ain’t going to the game
We ain’t going to the disco
Ain’t gonna cruise down main
We’re stealing people’s mail
Stealing people’s mail
Stealing people’s mail
Stealing people’s mail
Stealing people’s mail
On a Friday night