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There's a rich boy |
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But he doesn't spend |
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He just drinks his poland spring |
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He's a quick boy walkin' round the bend |
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Or at home alone reading |
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And he wants to do good |
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And he wants to do right |
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So he does what he should |
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But he's got to subscribe |
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To the rules of the tribe |
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Now you're |
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Playin' for the team |
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Everybody loves to love a winner |
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And you're bustin' the beguine |
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Everybody knows you're no beginner |
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But ah the bums say oh |
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Things ain't what they seem |
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You're the respectable member of society |
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But you don't have nothin' on me |
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You gotcha east side certified pedigree |
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But you won't have nothin' you'll see |
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Because I warned you |
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They would scorn you |
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But you never did a thing |
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When you go in for the kill |
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Everybody wants to make it happen |
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And you make a hundred mil |
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Everybody wants to scratch your back then |
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But ah the freaks say oh |
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Things ain't what they seem |
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You're a respectable member of society |
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But you don't have nothin' on me |
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You gotcha uppercrust dinner tux sanctimony |
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But you won't have nothin' you'll see |
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Because I told you |
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They would mold you |
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But you never did a thing |
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Are you gonna tell |
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Are you gonna hide |
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Are you |
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Gonna join the crowd or split |
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Who are you payin' |
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Ah what are you sayin' |
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Are you gonna sell |
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Are you gonna buy |
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Are you gonna fizzle out or hit |
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Where are you layin' |
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Ah what are you sayin' |
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He's a grown man |
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And he wears a tie |
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And his laugh is hard and fast |
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He's a old man |
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Far before his time |
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And his jacket holds a flask |
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And he tried to do good |
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And he tried |
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To do right |
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So he did what he could |
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But he had to subscribe |
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To the rules of the tribe |
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Now you're lookin' for a queen |
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Everybody talks too much and argues |
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And it makes you wanna scream |
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Don't these little punks |
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Realize who they're talkin' to |
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But ah the scrubs say oh |
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Things ain't what they seem |
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You're a respectable member of society |
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But you don't have nothin' on me |
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You gotcha caterers and prada and your maitre'd |
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But you won't have nothin' you'll see |
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Because I warned you |
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They would burn you |
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But you never did a thing |
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You're the respectable members of society |
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But you don't have nothin on me |
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You're the respectable members of society |
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You're so respectable |
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You're the respectable members of |
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You're so respectable |