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Your admirers on the street |
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Gotta hoot and stamp their feet |
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In the heat from your physique |
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As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers |
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And I thought my heart would break |
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When you doubled up at the stake |
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With your fingers all a-shake |
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You could never tell a winner from a snake |
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but you always make money |
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Easy money |
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With your figure and your face |
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Strutting out at every race |
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Throw a glass around the place |
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Show the colour of your crimson suspenders |
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We would take the money home |
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Sit around the family throne |
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My old dog could chew his bone |
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For two weeks we could appease the Almighty |
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Easy money |
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Got no truck with the la-di-da |
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Keep my bread in an old fruit jar |
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Drive you out in a motor-car |
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Getting fat on your lucky star just making |
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Easy money |