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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed |
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Poor me, the Israelite, ah |
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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My wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me |
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen |
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Poor, poor me, the Israelite |
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Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go |
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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After a storm there must be a calm |
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If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm |
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Poor, poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee |
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I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed |
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Poor me, the Israelite, ah |
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I said my wife and my kids, they pack up and leave me |
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen |
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Poor me, the Israelite |
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Look, me shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go |
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde |
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Poor, poor me, the Israelite, ah |
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After a storm there must be a calm |
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If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm |
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Poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee-ee-ee |
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Poor, poor, poor, poor me, the Israelite |
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I'm wondering and working so hard |
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Poor, poor, poor, poor me, the Israelite |
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I look down and out, sir |
