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I'm wearing second hand shoes |
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Second hand hose |
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All the girls hand me |
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Their second hand clothes |
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Even my pajamas when I darn 'em |
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Have somebody else's |
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Initials on 'em |
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Second hand rings |
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Mmm... second hand things |
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I never get what other girlies do |
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Once while strolling |
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Through the ritz a girl got my goat... |
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She nudged her friend |
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And said oh look there goes |
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My old fur coat |
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I don't believe in |
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Frettin' and grievin' |
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Why mess around with strife |
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I never was caught out |
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To step and strut out |
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Give me the simple life |
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Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants |
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Those things roll off my comb |
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Just serve me tomatoes |
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And mashed potatoes |
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Any place I hang my hat is home |
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Oh, I got plenty o' nothin' |
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And nothin's plenty for me |
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I got no car, I got no mule |
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I got no misery |
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Don't you see |
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I got no lock on my door |
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That's okay with me |
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Cause the things that I prize |
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Like the stars in the skies are all free |
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I got plenty o' nothin' |
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And nothin's plenty for me |
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Once I built a railroad |
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Made it run, |
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Made it race |
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Against time |
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Once I built a railroad |
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Now it's done |
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Brother can you spare a dime? |
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Say don't you remember |
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They called me al |
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It was al all the time |
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Say don't you remember |
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I'm your pal |
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Buddy can you spare a dime? |
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Nobody knows you |
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When you're down and out |
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In your pocket's |
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Not one penny |
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And your friends |
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Well, you haven't any |
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Soon as you get on your feet again |
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Everybody |
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Everybody |
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Is your long lost friend |
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It's mighty strange |
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Without a doubt |
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But nobody knows you |
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When you're down and out |
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Oh every one knows |
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That I'm just second hand rose |
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>from second avenue |
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Ya can't beat the egg-creams |
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>from second avenue |
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There is more between me |
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And fifth avenue |
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Than three blocks |
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I tell ya |
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Second avenue |
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The flowers in spring |
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The robins that sing |
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The sun beam that shines |
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They're yours, they're mine |
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And love can come to anyone |
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Because the best things in life are free |