| I saw a man, he’s a well-dressed man
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| He had a tan from the Yucatan
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| He had a car, he looked like a star
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| I said, Hey, don’t I know who you are
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| But when he glanced into my eyes
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| I saw yes I saw was such a big surprise
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| He was afraid that he’s just a bum
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| Someday when all his stuff is gone and he’s left without a dime
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| Time ain’t money when all ya got is time
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| And you can see him standin on the corner with a nine-day beard and bright red
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| eyes
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| I know a guy, he’s a pal of mine
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| I say, hey. |
| He say, I’m doin fine
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| I’m movin up the ladder, rung rung rung
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| I’m gonna get my million while I am still young
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| But at night when he’s had a few
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| His eyes say different than his tongue
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| They say I’m afraid that I’m just a bum
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| Someday when all my stuff is gone and I’m left without a dime
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| Time ain’t money when all ya got is time
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| And I can see me standin on the corner with my nine-day beard and my bright red
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| eyes
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| Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to my story, hey, hey hey hey hey,
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| ah hey
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| Some people live to work, work to live
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| Any little tremble and the earth might give
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| Ya can’t hide it in a Volvo or a London Fog
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| Can’t hide it in a mansion with an imported dog
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| No matter how we plan and rehearse, we’re at pink slip’s mercy in a paper
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| universe
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| And we’re afraid that we’re just a bum
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| Someday when all our stuff is gone and we’re left without a dime
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| Time ain’t money when all ya got is time
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| And we can see us standin on the corner with our nine-day beards and our bright
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| red eyes
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| Goin, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to my story man hey, hey hey hey hey, ah hey
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| The man of sorrow’s acquainted with grief
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| Stands in line waiting for relief
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| He will tell ya it wasn’t always this way
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| One bad little thing happened one bad little day
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| Heartbreak has bad teeth and a sour smell and lives when he can in a cheap hotel
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| And he’s afraid that he’s just a bum
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| Someday when all his stuff is gone and he’s left without a dime
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| Time ain’t money when all ya got is time
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| And you can see him standin on the corner with a nine-day beard and bright red
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| eyes
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| Goin, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to my story man hey, hey hey hey hey, ah hey |