Jimmy Buffett - Door Number Three Lyrics
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Door Number Three
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What Are The Lyrics For Door Number Three By Jimmy Buffett?
Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball Boys at the shop told me just where to stop If I wanted to play for it all I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV My whole world lies waiting behind door number three I chose my apparel, wore a beer barrel And they rolled me to the very first row I held a big sign that said "Kiss me I'm a baker, and Monty I sure need the dough!" Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat Until he called on me Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three And I don't want what Jay's got on his table Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor No, I'll hold out just as long as I am able Until I can unlock that lucky door Well, she's no big deal to most folks But she's everything to me Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall God be, I lost my seat but I'm not a man to crawl No I didn't get rich you son of a bitch I'll be back just wait and see Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three |
Who Wrote Door Number Three By Jimmy Buffett?
Steve Goodman, Jimmy Buffet
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What's The Duration Of The Door Number Three By Jimmy Buffett?The duration of Door Number Three is 3:03 minutes and seconds. |
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