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Oh I'm calling out |
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To the king of wheels |
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I gotta let him know |
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The way I feel |
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Every car all shiny and new |
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You sell your own mother |
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For that what that big guy'd do |
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Yeah you would |
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Gotta give me some money |
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For these car-less shoes |
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Standing at the bus stop |
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With a Clarkson blues |
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Every kind of motor |
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Has ever been made |
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Driven to destruction |
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Each and every day |
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P. Zeros Melt em' down |
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Sure beat everybody to the best job in town |
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I got to get me some money for these car-less shoes |
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Standing at the bus stop |
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With a Clarkson blues, yeah |
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I got the |
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Clarkson blues |
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Clarkson blues |
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Out on the track |
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Bust 'em up and send 'em back |
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Clarkson blues |
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Crash for free |
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Clarkson blues |
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We all want to be |
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Engineer He live in fear |
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Bossman tell him |
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That the big man's here |
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Hear that moto engine scream |
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Big boy living out our dream |
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I'm just some punk |
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With worn out shoes |
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Standing at the bus stop |
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With the Clarkson blues |
