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I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain, |
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All I scatter is aches and pains. |
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I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face, |
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And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace. |
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If I ever done a good deed -- |
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I'm sorry of it. |
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I'm mean in the |
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East, mean in the |
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West, Mean to the people that |
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I like the best. |
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I go around a-causin' lot of accidents, |
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And I push folks down, and |
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I cause train wrecks. |
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I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen. |
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I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now |
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I can be a little bit meaner. |
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I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean... |
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I ride around on the subway trains, |
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Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain. |
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And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side, |
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I laugh my loudest when other people cry. |
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Can't help it -- |
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I was born good, |
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I guess, Just like you or anybody else --- |
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But then I... just turned off mean.. |
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I hate ev'rybody don't think like me, |
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And I'd rather see you dead than |
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I'd ever see you free. |
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Rather see you starved to death |
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Than see you at work -- |
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And I'm readin' all the books |
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I can To learn how to hurt -- |
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Daily Misery -- spread diseases, |
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Keep you without no vote, |
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Keep you without no union. |
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Well, I hurt when |
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I see you gettin' 'long so well, |
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I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell. |
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I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice, |
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I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice, |
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And the roaches, and the termites, |
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And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs, |
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And the grub worms, and the stingarees, |
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And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth, |
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The ticks and the blow-flies -- |
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These is all of my little angels |
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That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness. |
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And mosquiters... |
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Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller, |
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Till I turned a scab and then |
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I turned off yeller, |
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Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail, |
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And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail, |
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And I growed horns... |
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And then I cut 'em off, |
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I wanted to fool you. |
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I hated union ever'where, ' |
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Cause God likes unions |
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And I hate |
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God! Well, if |
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I can get the fat to hatin' the lean |
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That'd tickle me more than anything |
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I've seen, |
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Then get the colors to fightin' one another, |
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And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother, |
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That'll be just it. |
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Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine, |
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And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets, |
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That'll just suit me fine. ' |
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Cause I hate ever'thing that's union, |
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And I hate ever'thing that's organized, |
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And I hate ever'thing that's planned, |
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And I love to hate and |
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I hate to love! |
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I'm mean, |
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I'm just mean... |
