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Harley didn't have no education he could hardly read and write |
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He was locked into a dead-end occupation his future didn't look too bright |
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He worked eighteen years on the assembly line |
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Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime |
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And that could be the end of this story of mine but it's just the beginning |
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Late one night when he was workin' graveyard Harley got himself this big idea |
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All he's have to do is change one little screw a save millions of dollars a year |
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So he worked and he saved till he could open his own shop |
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Money started rollin' in like it wasn't gonna stop |
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So Harley bought a mountain built a mansion on top |
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So the losers could see whom was winnin' |
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Only in America with nothin' but a dream only in America where every man's king |
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First Harley's daughter Janet found a guru she gave him everything she owned |
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Then Harley junior joined some kind of rockband |
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And walked around all day about half stoned |
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His wife watched TV all the time cause she got bored |
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Then one day she found a TV preacher she adored |
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And she gave all of Harley's hard earned money to the Lord |
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Harley started drinkin' wound up in Betty Ford to see if he could by a happy ending |
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Then some kid who worked in Harley's factory he got himself this big idea |
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Figured out how to do it with compures drove Harley out of business in a year |
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Now Harley's back working the assembly line |
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Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime |
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But don't count Harley out cause he ain't the quittin' kind |
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He stares at that computer with one thing on his mind |
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How to make them things more user-friendly |
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Only in America... |
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Only in America... |
