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Wake up Jacob now, wake up John |
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Day's a-wasting, great things to be done |
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Super-highways don't build themselves |
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Estates and empires by the stroke of twelve |
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Where we fit in the scheme of things? |
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We're just debris blown by the wind |
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So forget your woman and the water can |
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We're all working for the man |
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He's got money now, he's got fame |
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He's got letters running after his name |
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He says "We are where we must be |
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And we are what we must be" |
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Still small beer |
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Got the message loud and clear |
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Still small beer |
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For what we're worth, it's still small beer |
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Head down Harvey and tail up Tom |
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In this man's army, there's no spoils to be won |
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Spit and polish, keep your muzzle clean |
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We're just cogs in this war machine |
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Best foot forward, do we march in fear? |
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We're all cloggers and minions here |
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So know your station and make no mistake |
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As you brew, so you shall bake |
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All our effort and all our time |
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All together in the firing line |
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But an honest soldier is never forgot |
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Whether he die by musket or pot |
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Still small beer |
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Got the message loud and clear |
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Still small beer |
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For what we're worth, it's still small beer |
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Still small beer |
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Drink up and get out of here |
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Still small beer |
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For what you're worth, it's still small beer |
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And we sing our song to the sun |
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"Beer! Beer! Beer!" cried the soldiers |
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"Brave fellows are we" |
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And we sing our song to the sun |
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"Beer! Beer! Beer!" cried the sailors |
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As we heave along the way |
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What we're worth and what we're not |
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We'll make the best of what we've got |
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But they made it plain, so it would appear |
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That he who thinks beer's not Shakespeare |
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Still small beer |
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Got the message loud and clear |
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Still small beer |
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For what we're worth, it's still small beer |
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Still small beer |
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Insignificance |
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Still small beer |
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Insignificance |
