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Everybody claims that they want the best things outta life |
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But not everyone, not everyone |
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Wanna got through the toils and strifes |
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Like this particular fella walks around |
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All day long singin' this song |
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Sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah |
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Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade |
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Life don't bug him 'cause he thinks he's got it made |
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He never worry about nothin' in particular |
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Oh he might even sell free press on sunset |
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I'd like to help a man when he's down |
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But I can't help him much |
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When he's sleepin' on the ground |
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He's like a bottle in water |
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Harry just floats through life |
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Walks around all day long singin' this song |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah |
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Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady |
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Panhandles pennies just to feed Harry's baby |
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She can lie down a story so incredible |
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Man, you wanna help her take the food |
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Home and put it on the table |
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I'd like to help a man when he's down |
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But I can't help ya Harry |
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If you wanna sleep on the ground |
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Sorry Harry, you're too much weight |
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To carry around |
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But he still walks around all day singin' this song |
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Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah |
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Nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah |
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Street child, street child, tell me where |
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Will you be goin' |
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When old man winter gets his horn |
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And starts blowin' |
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Will you hang around L.A |
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Or hitch a ride on a freeway? |
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Meet an old familiar face in a new place |
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I'd like to help a man when he's down |
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But how can I help him |
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If he's somewhere outta town? |
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Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down |
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Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah |
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Sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah |
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Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah |