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Look who's walking on four legs again. |
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I'm the kind of man only a dog could love. |
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Times are tough - but, man, this time it's tougher. |
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We'll all see who we are when push comes to shove. |
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And, baby - these feet were made for walkin'. |
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But I can't walk in boots of broken glass. |
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And, maybe - these times weren't made for talkin'. |
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So I won't answer questions that you don't ask. |
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Look who's walking on four legs again. |
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It's hard to stand when you've gone from scraps to crumbs. |
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Times are rough - but, man, this time you'll suffer. |
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Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum." |
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And, darlin' - these knees were made fro crawling. |
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And snakes will talk to men straight eye to eye. |
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And, darlin' - these times weren't made for stallin'. |
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But red-faced and russhin' ain't really what |
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I had in mind. |
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Look who's walking on four legs again. |
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There's no shaking hands when you're hanging by your thumbs. |
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Times are tough - but, man, this steak is tougher. |
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Well, I say, "Hallelujah! I'm a bum." |
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We'll all sing, "HALLELUJAH! WE'RE ALL BUMS" |