"Brazil, Peru,
Ooh, I wanna take ya,
to New Moscow, New Market,
Come on Harley mama,
to Galveston, Monticello,
Baby why don't we go...

To Main Street, by Frank's Lock & Key-ey-ey,
There's a place called Kokomo,
That's where ya wanna go,
To get away from the grind.
Tractors in the fields,
Farmers perfecting their soybean yields,
We'll be fallin' in love,
To the rhythm of a banjo quartet...

Up in Kokomo,
Brazil, Peru,
Ooh, I wanna take ya,
to New Moscow, New Market,
Come on Harley mama,
to Galveston, Monticello,
Baby, why don't we go up to Kokomo,
We'll get they're fast if we take 31, (Highway)
That's where we won't have any fun,
Way up in Kokomo.

A pig, a foal, a 4-H festival.

We'll go out to see,
Check out the county fair history,
Stop by the courthouse at noon,
To watch the trial of the livestock thief...
We'll go out to snack,
At Fred & Wilma's burger shack,
That crazy look in your eye,
Is from a case of viral meningitis,
Caught up in Kokomo.

Brazil, Peru,
Ooh I wanna take ya to
New Moscow, New Market,
Come on Harley mama,
to Galveston, Monticello,
Baby, why don't we go up to Kokomo,
We'll get there fast if we take 31,
That's where we won't have any fun,
Way up in Kokomo.

A spoon, a fork, I wanna eat some pork.

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