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Happy, happy, happy |
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Happy, happy, happy |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Shooting dope up in your cardboard shack |
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I wonder how you got to where you're at |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
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No telephone, no electricity |
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Sole mode of travel is your own two feet |
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And yet he's happy |
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I see him smilin' |
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Happy, happy, happy |
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Happy, happy, happy |
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Burnin' the hours pickin' up his streets |
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He's got no money to spend all this week |
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Yet he's no mortgage livin' in his tree |
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I really like my mobile card board suite |
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Primitive man, primitive man |
