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She was a Swedish exchange student at Rocky Grove High School in Franklin, Pennsylvania, where I was staying with my grandparents and painting houses for the summer. It wasn't really baloney. It was a Swedish sausage called korv. The rest is true.

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I met her this summer,
A young lady from Sweden,
And whenever I saw her,
I felt like Adam in Eden.

Oh, lovely thing with your eyes of blue,
Your pretty white smile and your blonde hair, too;
If you ever really asked me to,
I think I might have gone home with you.

Well, she ate baloney
For breakfast with her macaroni,
So when I ate my cornflakes
I put in some baloney.

But she didn't love me;
She was too far above me,
And it makes me feel sad
To think of all the good times what we could have had.

Now I don't eat baloney
'Cause it makes me feel lonely,
And I don't like cold hot dogs
'Cause they taste like baloney.

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from Our Daddy's Plymouth, released November 30, 1978

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