| I hardly had a bellyful
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| Never knew a new bicycle
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| Hand-me-down books and shoes
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| They brought the yule tides in July
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| I rode a bus, a train and sometimes
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| Strolling for miles to a movie show
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| Singing a song «Shoobedoo
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| «While birds and rich folks flew
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| Right on by But we got by Lord knows we got by Winter wishes wait till June
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| We brightened July with
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| That hot dog fun
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| Tell your mama you’re with Sue
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| You bring the beans and I’ll
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| Find the wine
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| Them neon lights were bright
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| Till 2:00
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| And sneaking back home with
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| This girl named Jo I hurried down to say do»
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| And stared my first man-child
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| In the eye
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| But we got by Lord knows we got by And now baby’s got his bellyful
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| And finally here’s that new bicycle
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| Working, praying, June to June
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| And mama’s got LA gleaming
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| In her eye
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| And we got by Lord knows we got by You see we kept on walking
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| And talking, hawking
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| Ooing, cooing, wooing
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| Loving, tugging, hugging, rubbing
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| Sugging, fugging, laying, praying, swaying
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| Letting, fretting, begetting, lying
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| Flying, trying, sighing, dying. |