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'Cause he gets up in the morning, |
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And he goes to work at nine, |
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And he comes back home at five-thirty, |
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Gets the same train every time. |
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'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality, |
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It never fails. |
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And he's oh, so good, |
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And he's oh, so fine, |
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And he's oh, so healthy, |
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In his body and his mind. |
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He's a well respected man about town, |
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Doing the best things so conservatively. |
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And his mother goes to meetings, |
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While his father pulls the maid, |
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And she stirs the tea with councilors, |
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While discussing foreign trade, |
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And she passes looks, as well as bills, |
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At every suave young man. |
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'Cause he's oh, so good, |
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And he's oh, so fine, |
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And he's oh, so healthy, |
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In his body and his mind. |
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He's a well respected man about town, |
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Doing the best things so conservatively. |
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And he likes his own backyard, |
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And he likes his fags the best, |
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'Cause he's better than the rest, |
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And his own sweat smells the best, |
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And he hopes to grab his father's loot, |
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When Pater passes on. |
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'Cause he's oh, so good, |
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And he's oh, so fine, |
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And he's oh, so healthy, |
|
In his body and his mind. |
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He's a well respected man about town, |
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Doing the best things so conservatively. |
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And he plays at stocks and shares, |
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And he goes to the regatta, |
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And he adores the girl next door, |
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'Cause he's dying to get at her, |
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But his mother knows the best about |
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The matrimonial stakes. |
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'Cause he's oh, so good, |
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And he's oh, so fine, |
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And he's oh, so healthy, |
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In his body and his mind. |
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He's a well respected man about town, |
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Doing the best things so conservatively. |
