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Doin' All Right |
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I got hairs growin' around my nose and throat |
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I don't ever exercise the right to vote |
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When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!" |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |
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I'm not ever gonna go to Vietnam |
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I'd prefer to stay right here and [screw] your mom |
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When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!" |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |
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When I walk down the street |
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The people that I meet |
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Hold their noses and say, |
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"How are you fixed for blades?" |
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But I just walk on by |
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I don't even hear 'em |
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Because I'm high |
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And I'm getting almost as much [pussy] as the spades |
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I'm doin' all right |
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We got to love one another |
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And we got to die |
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So rip your panties off |
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And ah look me right in the eye |
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You can't miss me |
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I look a lot like Jesus Christ |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |
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I got hairs growin' around my nose and throat |
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I don't ever exercise the right to vote |
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When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!" |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |
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What are you doing tonight? |
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But I'm getting mine |
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I'm doin' all right |