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All the sailors with their seasick mamas |
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Hear the sirens on the shore |
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They're singin' songs for pimps with tailors |
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Who charge ten dollars at the door |
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And you can really learn a lot that way |
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It will change you in the middle of the day |
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Though your confidence may be shattered |
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It doesn't matter |
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And all the great explorers |
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Are now in granite laid |
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Under white sheets for the great unveiling |
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At the big parade |
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And you can really learn a lot that way |
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It will change you in the middle of the day |
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Though your confidence, it may be shattered |
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It doesn't matter |
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And all the bush league batters |
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Are left to die on the diamond |
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And in the stands the home crowd scatters |
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For the turnstiles |
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For the turnstiles |
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For the turnstiles |
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For the turnstiles |
