| If you got a Cadillac boy
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| And a forty room shack boy
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| A bucket full of money
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| And a tree full of honey
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| But if you get no huggin'
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| No smoochin' or muggin'
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| Well, if you ain’t lovin'
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| Then you ain’t livin'
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| If you’re ridin' on the gravy train
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| Instead of walkin' down lovers lane
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| You can’t make hay boy
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| You’re goin' the wrong way boy
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| You gotta get a little honey
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| It’s better than money
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| Well, if you ain’t lovin'
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| Then you ain’t livin'
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| If they call you a big man
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| 'Cause you got a lot of bottom land
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| If you’re kin to the president
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| And if you help run the government
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| But if you get no attention
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| You better off on a pension
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| For if you ain’t lovin'
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| Then you ain’t livin'
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| If you got a string of long cars
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| And you’re smoking them four-bit cigars
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| You ain’t so well to do
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| Unless you get a little choochy coo
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| It takes a little of smackin'
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| Or your life is a lackin'
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| Well, if you ain’t lovin'
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| Well, brother then you ain’t livin'… |