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You could have been a docker |
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You had it all |
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Feather cut and muscles |
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I hear you're a banker these days |
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Well we took New York |
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And wrapped it up in a silver shawl |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
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You were always kicking in the exit door |
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While I was saving pennies |
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For the bus back home |
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Coming down in the afternoon |
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Excuse me John |
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What are you on |
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Can you spare a bit for me |
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To carry on |
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Through today, 'til tonight |
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'Cos tomorrow's out of sight |
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Out of reach |
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Out of it, again |
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You carried off a billboard |
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Twenty foot by ten |
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And put it in your bedroom |
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Now you can't get in |
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So please wash your hands |
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As you leave this century |
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Excuse me John |
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What are you on |
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Can you spare a bit for me |
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To carry on |
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Through today, 'til tonight |
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'Cos tomorrow's out of sight |
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Out of reach |
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Out of it, again |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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You know you want it |
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You know you need it |
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You know I need it too |
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Excuse me John |
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What are you on |
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Can you spare a bit for me |
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To carry on |
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Through today, 'til tonight |
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'Cos tomorrow's out of sight |
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Out of reach |
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Out of it, again |
