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He lives on his own |
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The TV's on loan |
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He watches old movies |
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He lives in a flat |
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The lino's all cracked |
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But he's got plans, bingo |
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He sings like Sinatra |
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With more feel |
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Plays with his pocket |
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Roulette wheel all day |
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And no one stopped him |
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He got away |
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Waited all this time with |
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All this scratching around |
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In one place |
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Made it just in time |
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All this talk about luck |
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He's just so |
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Loaded |
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He's just so |
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Loaded down |
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He gets on a plane |
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He changes his name |
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He flies off to Las Vegas |
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He saved up for years |
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Cashed in his fears |
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He always had plans, bingo |
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He packs up his |
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White lounge lizard suit |
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Plenty of hairspray |
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And a big cigar |
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And no one stopped him |
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He got away |
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Took him forty years |
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To plan his route of escape |
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From this place |
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Made it just in time with |
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All this talk about luck |
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He's just so |
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Loaded |
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He's just so |
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Loaded down |
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The first time he flew |
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Watched the Vegas skyline |
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Gently melt into view |
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All this booze |
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Swore he just saw Elvis |
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Playing poker at Dunes |
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He's just so |
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Loaded |
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He's just so |
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Loaded |
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He's just so |
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Loaded now |