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All work and no play |
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Makes Jack a dull chap |
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When it comes to the crunch |
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It's too much |
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I've got to stop |
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No pain and no gain it's driving me insane |
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I'd like to be somewhere else |
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Like to be all by myself |
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Like to be down at the beach |
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Relaxing at the sugar shack |
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Hot dogs coffee black |
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Coca cola kicking back |
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I'm just a wild and crazy guy |
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But I'm tearing at the seams |
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Before you can say |
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Jack Robinson |
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I'll be seeing you in my dreams |
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She's on a blanket with a book |
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In the shade, white suit |
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Happy hour at the bar |
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And I'm jamming with some friends |
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We're up to the same tricks |
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Drinking cocktails getting our kicks |
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Later on by the pool |
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Looking good ah, be cool |
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There's no craic double back |
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Moving on down the track |
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Moving on down the line |
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Got to chill out in style |
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Got to ease my troubled mind |
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Thinking just might be a crime |
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All work and no play |
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Makes Jack a dull chap |
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When it comes to the crunch |
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It's too much |
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I've got to stop |
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No pain no gain it's all going |
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Down the drain |
