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Heir Gordon |
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There was a young man name Arthur Gordon |
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Heir to a large family fortune |
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Walking around all prissy and full of himself |
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Pissing money and showing his wealth |
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Built a little shrine to the Gordon name |
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Hyped it from his front-row seat at all the games |
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Opened a restaurant and called it guess what? |
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Arthur's, of course, he did strut his stuff |
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Heir Gordon |
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Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee |
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Heir, Heir Gordon |
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His life sure looks good to me |
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Got a little brylcreem, a dab will do |
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Droppin' funny acid, a tab or two |
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Wearing undergarments from a Mormom friend |
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Touching all the bases 'round the Cub Scout den |
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Heir Gordon |
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Got a lot of money but he ain't worth a damn |
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Heir, Heir Gordon |
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Makes me feel just like a man |
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Why's he doing all these things for me |
