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Tip Top Trio

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Daddy-O 02:42
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Daddy-O (B. Roc, Z. Sapunor, R. Ferguson) key:E (Tonight, tonight) Daddy-O, Daddy-O (Tonight, tonight) Daddy-O, Daddy-O (Tonight, tonight) Daddy-O, Daddy-O (Tonight, tonight) I’m the Daddy-O Verse 1: It makes me smile when she comes to my show I hear her cry when she calls me Daddy-O… Chorus 1: (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) I’m the one (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) I’m the favorite son (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) Providin’ the light (Daddy-O) Burnin’ up the night Bridge1: Tonight, tonight Verse 2: I love the sound. It moves me so. I got the lion’s roar When you call me Daddy-O… Chorus 2: (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) I’m red hot (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) I’m the lucky shot (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) I’m the man of might (Daddy-O) Treatin’ you right Bridge2: Tonight, tonight One and one sure makes two but you multiply that through the roof Breakin’ through, bustin’ free. Givin’ me my liberty. This is so. I wouldn’t lie. I’m grateful till the day I die. If it wasn’t for your kind support, I might as well give up the show. Verse 3: I love the lights. I love the glow. I love the crowd when you call me (CALL ME) call me Daddy-0 Chorus 3: (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) You’re the one (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) You’re my true love (Daddy-O, Daddy-O) Providin’ the light (Daddy-O) Burnin’,Burnin’,Burnin’,Burnin’,Burnin’ up the night. Bridge3: Tonight, tonight (repeat)
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Git' Cat! 02:47
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Git’ Cat! (B. Roc, R. Ferguson, Z. Sapunor) key:A Intro: Where you goin’ boy? You think you’re headin’ out lookin’ like that? No way! Not on my watch! No grandson of mine is gonna’ tarnish my rockabilly reputation. Here’s what you do son… Verse 1: You put your cat clothes on and get ready to have some fun Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Where’s the mirror? Ew-wee! You’re lookin’ good from here. Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Chorus 1: Put that iron on the table. You gotta’ crease them slacks, razor sharp! Slick your hair back in a ducktail. You ain’t no flop if you can bop! Gotta’ prove you’re young and able. Ain’t no room for doubt you got to turn it out You got to prove that you got to move. Are you good enough for the blue suede shoes? Ahhh ha huh ha huh uh!!! Verse 2: Let the engine roar. I’m at the wheel of my 59’ ford. Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Now turn the Carl Perkins up till he’s playin’ for the lord above. Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Chorus 2: (solo) Verse 3: So lets pull in here. I hear the rockabilly now we’re getting’ near. Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Ray Campi! This is one cat that you gotta’ see Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Chorus: Slap some money on the table. Spoode-oode drinkin’ wine ooo bop bop! Grab a betty, now doncha fail. It ain’t no fun if you’re the only one. Now GIT’ CAT! Move that cable. I wanna’ flip, don’t wanna’ trip. This song is mine to bop down the line. I’ve been sportin’ these shoes since 59’ Un huh huh! Un huh huh! Coda: Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha Uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh (nuh uh) uh huh huh huha u ha
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Red Hot!!! 01:32
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Red Hot!!! (Z. Sapunor) key: E Chorus: Red Hot (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot! Red Hot (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot! Verse 1: Blow a bugle, beat a drum, be a hearty chum Straighten up and grab a cup Don’t stop till you’re sure you’re done Chorus: Red Hot (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot! Red Hot (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot! SOLO Verse 2: That’s a fella now you got it Now you’re gonna wake the dead Here’s some liquor drink it quicker Don’t stop till the town is painted (WHAT?) till the town is painted (YA!!!!!) till the town is painted RED… Chorus: HOT!!! (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot! Red Hot (red hot, red hot) Red Hot…How Hot? (RED HOT!!!) Red Hot!
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Don't Pretend 02:04
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Don’t Pretend (D.Dice) key:A Verse 1: Well don’t pretend I’m not spendin’ all my precious time on you. I begin to shake, itch, and sweat till you force me down and turn me blue. I picked you up at seven, in my black cadallac I leaned in for a kiss and like that…your slap knocked me back. B1: And you’re… playin’ hard to get and I like it. poutin’ with your arms crossed in the car, I love it. one kiss from your juicy lips, I need it. but nobody told me it was ever gonna’ get this hard. Verse 2: So don’t pretend you’re not sendin’ those inviting looks my way. You been dancin’ w/ everyone but me & I’m tryin’ to find a reason to stay. Cause I took money from the bank, drove us into town. I got us liquored up, now I wanna’ fool around. B2: but you’re… playin’ hard to get and I like it. boppin’ that hot bod across the floor, I love it. One touch from your swingin’ hips, I need it but you’re gonna’ make me beg and in the end just leave me sore. SOLO: A – D – A – E – D – A – B – D7 B3: now you’re… playin’ hard to get and I like it. boppin’ that hot bod across the floor, I love it. one touch from those swingin’ hips, I need ‘em. but you’re gonna’ make me beg and in the end leave me sore. ya you’re gonna’ make me beg and in the end leave me wantin’ more.
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I Hate L.A. 02:58
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I Hate L.A. (B. Roc) Verse 1: Well I've never been to hell, but I've been to L.A. I don't like the look. I don't think I'll stay I don't like the streets or the trees or the feeling of the breeze from the air that's dirty brown. If I wanted a smoke I'd grab a pack of cigarettes and I'd smoke them all down instead of coughing up a lung...while I jog. I don't like L.A. Verse 2: Well I've never been to heaven, but I've been to Tennessee It just feels better than anywhere I've been I like the smell of the dirt, leaving stains on my shirt and the knowledge of the ground. If I wanted good folks I'll grab a volunteer and head on down to Tootsies Orchid Lounge drink a beer, sit around, and sing a song. I don't like L.A. In fact...I HATE IT! SOLO Verse 3: I live in the limbo or somewhere in between Drifting through the moments just trying to stay clear I just want to find some honest work or some not so honest work Perhaps an under-the-table job: Hauling loads, lifting boxes or growing plants. Just as long as I'm the only one affected no one else gets hurt because I'm paid. And just as long as I'm not in L.A. Whoa-a-whoa-a-hoe Just as long as I'm not in L.A.
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Rockabilly Rocket 02:50
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Rockabilly Rocket (B. Roc, R. Ferguson, Z. Sapunor) key: E Verse 1: Well my babababababy…she don’t care when I c,c,c,c,call from the road She’s always askin’ why…I ain’t there. Instead I’m on the telephone. And I tell her, “Honey, please don’t fret. Y’know that I’ll be comin’ home.” Agh, she don’t know but she suspects the fun that I have while I’m gone. I wish there was somethin’ I could say or do to ease her worried mind But I ain’t ready to come back yet. I gotta have myself a time… Bridge 1: I’m a rockabilly rocket baby R-O-C-K-E-T blastin’ off to joints unknown. I can’t stop, stop, stop with the rock, rock, rock until I beep bop baby all the way to the top. I’m a rockabilly rocket kitty R-O-C-K-E-T burnin’ hot wheels and chrome. To the boogie, woogie, hot patootie, hippin’-hoppin’, flippin’-floppin’, jungle beatin’ rock & roll ROCK IT ROLL!!! SOLO Verse 2: I heard the clickity-clack and the slipitty-slap of that bass when I was just a child. I ain’t much for travel but I gotta’ have all that beat. OH LORD! It just sends me wild. I’ll go where I go and I’ll do what I do and I’ll eat what I eat and I’ll slap my feet… And I’ll follow it on for the rockabilly song Gotta’ getta’ grip on my brown suede boots I love my baby. She knows I care. I’m sorry it ain’t fair. But I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’ll send a postcard when I get there. Chorus 1: I’m a rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) I’m a rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) SOLO 2 Bridge 2: I’m a rockabilly rocket sugar R-O-C-K-I-T exploding puns all over the land. Fall out rushing through the plains. Pushing me to hear again another traveling band. I’m a rockabilly rocket betty R-O-C-K-E-T Zero G’s are knockin’ me out! Flat on my back and that’s where it’s at and this is what it’s all about… Chorus 2: The rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) my rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) This rockabilly rocket (ROCKABILLY ROCKET) my rock-a-billy rocket yyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaa Outro: Rockabilly rocket have mercy on this poor boy. Gonna’ burn me up till I’m gone…gone, man, gone
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Dream Girl 01:30
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Dream Girl (Z.Sapunor) key: C Verse 1: Dream Girl where ya been? You been in my mind all day. Thinkin’ about if I saw you…What would I do? What would I say? Verse 2: Remember the time: your hand in mine, my heart in your hand. Now understand I gotta be your man (YES MA’AM!) Bridge: Well some cats got to rock (ROCK, ROCK) some cats got to roll (ROOOOLLLLLL) between me and you what I’d like to do is… (Doo Wop Doo-Wah on a midnight stroll) Verse 3: Dream Girl whattaya say, get while the gettin’s good. You got me shakin’ I’m a-here for the takin’ and baby I wish you would! Come on now! Chorus: Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) SOLO Bridge: Well some cats got to rock (ROCK, ROCK) some cats got to roll (ROOOOLLLLLL) between me and you what I’d like to do is… (Doo Wop Doo-Wah on a midnight stroll) Verse 3: Dream Girl whattaya say, get while the gettin’s good. You got me shakin’ I’m a-here for the takin’ and baby I wish you would! Come on now! Chorus: Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) Dream Girl (Dream Girl) DREAM!!!
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You Won't Say It 02:37
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You Won’t Say It (B. Roc) key: E – G - A Verse 1: Whoa-oooh You won’t say it. Despite how many times I’ve asked Despite my pleading in the past…you won’t say it. Huh-hu-huh You won’t say it. Why must you treat me so. Why won’t you just go…huh-hu-huh-ha-hu-huh-ho huh-hu-ha-huh-hu-hu-huh Verse 2: Whoa-oooh You won’t say it. Can’t stand the way you look at me Like I’m the dirt and you’re the seed…you won’t say it. Huh-hu-huh You won’t say it. Lady, nothing’s growin’ here. Unless you plant a beer…huh-hu-huh-ha-hu-huh-ho huh-hu-ha-huh-hu-hu-huh Bridge 1: I met you down at the Rusty Gut. I can’t recall the time. You asked, “A nickel for the juke?” and I gave you a dime. I got my money’s worth, I know, when I got you alone. But that was a bout a year ago. Now, please go on home… huh-hu-ha-hu-huh-ha SOLO Bridge 2: I can not stand the way you dress and the way you clean your clothes. I can’t stand your attitude. It’s as perky as your…nose. You’re way too goddamn good for me and everybody knows You’re only gonna’ raise me up…I can’t stand it…oh baby… I just can’t stand it. Whoa…why don’t it show? Coda: Whoa…you won’t say it, you won’t say you’re leaving me. “Honey…you just won’t…Say it.”
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Besame Mucho 03:05
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Rockabilly VD 02:55
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Rockabilly VD (B. Roc, R. Ferguson, Zack Sapunor) key:A Verse 1: Let me tell ya! I’m a rockabilly man and I’m gonna’ have my say I live my rockabilly life in a rockabilly way… and I gotta spread it all around This rockabilly’s taking hold digging in my soul and it keeps growin’ stronger as I keep growin’ older… and I gotta spread it all around Bridge 1: Well I got the bop (you do?) I do! and I wanna, wanna, wanna share it with you There ain’t no bottle of pills to cure my ills Can’t seem to get enough of these finger-lickin’ thrills There ain’t a needle in me nor a drippin’ I.V. …cause there ain’t no cure for the Rockabilly VD! Verse 2: “SYMPTOM ONE!” You’ll want to have some fun You’ll wanna’ spin Johnny Burnette till the judgement come… and you gotta’ spread it all around “SYMPTOM TWO!” You’ll want the Blue Suede Shoes. You’ll be wearin’ cat clothes and sippin that Dixie-fried Juice… and you’ll want spread it all around Bridge 2: Well I got the rock (and the roll?) That's right, and it’s t,t,t,t,t,t,t,t,takin’ control Ain’t no protection you can use that I won’t bust through I’ll bust through one then I’ll bust through you Then you’ll have to live your life knocked up to the beat cause there ain’t no cure for the Rockabilly VD! SOLO Verse 3: Well I don’t wake in the mornin’ I just get up in the evening when my body starts a burnin’ with that rockabilly feel in’… then I gotta’ spread it all around And I can do what I do and I hope that when I’m through there’ll be a rockabilly nation all boppin the blues… it must be goin’ round Bridge 3: Well I got the itch (ew!) and the twitch and it’s ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,makin’ me sick Don’t mid this disease except for one hitch I’ll have to learn to live with the pain when I pee …cause there ain’t no cure for this Rockabilly VD (Improved lyrics) Come on baby PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE This just might be my final plea …cause there ain’t no cure for the Rockabilly VD (VD?) VD!
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Betty in a Sweater 02:00
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Betty In A Sweater (B. Roc) key:E Verse 1: Well my girl’s gone out trifflin’. I’m gonna’ go out too. She wants to have herself a time, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna’ do: I’m gonna wander ‘round this big ol’ town until I find that woman who… Chorus 1: …is a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? Verse 2: I met her at a picture show when the lights were low. She was with another guy but she was on the go. She made the switch. I thought she’d stick but she ain’t like that so… Chorus 2: …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? Bridge 1: for just a moment in my arms for just a moment in my arms for just a moment it was good for just a moment anyway… Verse 3: Well I envy all the times she has, while I stick at home. I tried, I tried to stay with her but still came back alone. Some folks were meant to go have fun while others just get the bone… Chorus 3: …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? Bridge 2: for just a moment in my arms for just a moment in my arms for just a moment it was good for just a moment anyway… Chorus 4: …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her? …she’s a Betty in a Sweater. Won’t you tell me if you met her?
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Shut Your Mouth 02:10
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Shut Your Mouth (B. Roc, R. Ferguson, Z. Sapunor) key: A Verse 1: Now you talk, talk and talkity talk but a-baby I can’t stand it no more. You’re a big bad wolf and the force of your words are blowin’ me out the door. Well you say… “Have you heard about Fran? She left her man and do you know the reason why? Well I heard it from Sue who heard it from you-know-who and that source would never lie. It seems Fran’s man liked to sit on the can and he’d stay there for hours and days inside. So tired of waiting while he’s defecating she went out and found a new guy!” Verse 2: Now you nag, nag and nagity nag but a-honey what did I do? You’re a surfboard kitty and I’m just a little wave. You’ve been riding me all afternoon. Well you say… “You sleep like a cat. Did I mention you’re fat? And how can you be bald and shed? I like to bop but you bop like a mop that’s been crushed by the beat till its dead. Your mothers ugly, you’re no great shakes and your breath reeks of garlic and my girlfriend Deb If work could be fun you’d still never be done. Oh! How do I keep us all fed? Chorus Baby shut your mouth! It’s as big as a house. Everybody’s goin’ in everything’s comin out… Baby shut your mouth! Verse 3 You still whine, whine and whigity whine and you’ve been fermenting too long. You’re a two dollar bottle and I’m a slow drunk. I keep sippin’ you all day long. You say… “It’s too hot and them kids you got make me crazy. What do they think I am? I saw Nancy her place is so fancy (livin’ like the queen of Siam). I got a vacuum that’s broke an oven that smokes and a man who’s foreplay is eatin’ in bed I can’t stand this house! Can’t stand you louse! So gimmie a bon bon…I’m goin’ to bed. Chorus Baby shut your mouth! It’s as big as a house. Everybody’s goin’ in, everything’s comin’ out… Baby shut your mouth! B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby shut your mouth B,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!! You think you’re goin’ out with the boys tonight… Well this fryin’ pan says, “you got another thing comin” Get over here and rub my feet!!!
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Move, Move, Move 03:25
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Move, Move, Move (B. Roc, R. Ferguson, Z. Sapunor) key: C Intro: I got the tension in me, winding me up tight. My jobs a botheration. Got a tappin’ toe inside. I punch the clock out early cause my boss has got poor sight. Got the tension, gotta’ get rid it, and do some jumpin’ tonight… Verse 1: Well I got the rhythm in me. Can’t help it! So I got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) Verse 2: Hillbilly shoes are poppin’, Tick Tockin’! Now I got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move… Bridge 1: HELLO? What’s that? LISTEN. Mmmmmm. Gotta’ have it, want it, need it...OH! I head down to the record store. I ask the fleck, “What’s that I hear on the radio?” “It’s got a crazy beat. It kicked me right out of my seat. It drove me hear now tell me...Do you got some more?” Verse 3: Now that rhythm’s rollin’ in me. B,b,b,b,b,b,boy! I got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) Verse 4: Son hand me my fruitjar. Woo Hoo!!! I got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move… Bridge 2: REALLY? You say. HE DOES? Crazy! Gotta’ have it, want it, need it…OH! I got the records now where do I go? I get me a guitar and make me some of my own. I learn three chords when I’m calm. I play them with my palm. Now I’m off a-boppin’ movin’ from town to town! Verse 5: This rockabilly’s in me. Eddy & Gene! And I got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) Verse 6: Just ride the train & listen. To Bop Street! We’ve got to move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) move, move, move (Move, Move, Move) Chorus Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move Move, move, move! M,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m,m, move, move, move

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The debut album from the most balls out rockabilly group in the nation! Close your eyes & listen up to the sweet, sweet rumblings of...
THE TIP TOP TRIO!!!

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released August 29, 2008

Rhythm Guitar - Dick Dice
Lead Guitar - Hotwire Hotrod
Doghouse Fiddle - Zack B. Hectic

Recorded by K-Dog
Mixed/Mastered by K-Dog and Richard Ferguson
Artwork by Richard Ferguson
Photo by Jon Hermison

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