| I was walking up the street the name you needn’t know
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| With one hand buried in my ear a listening to the radio
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| When a man comes up to me and asks exactly who I am
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| I told him I was the bluechin brother of the King of Siam
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| I whispered «I'm incognito would you please not spread it
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| Around»
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| I wrote it on a pad he had and threw it to the ground
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| He swore to keep my secret quoting lines of moral law
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| And then he grabbed my arm the next thing I know I’m sitting
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| In this bar
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| He started drawing on about the sorrows of his day
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| I smiled and looked around to see how I could get away
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| I asked what he thought of WW2 he said he dug the book much
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| Better
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| He was a Phys. |
| Ed teacher and on his chest there was a Scarlet
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| Letter
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| Just then a 6'8' blonde sits down right next to me
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| She said her name’s Yvette and starts talking about her
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| Medical history
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| With blue eyes that drive you crazy my heart was beating wild
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| She’d told me she was in misery ache was a very sickly child
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| Well Just than mighty Joe Young gets up and he starts to cry
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| He whined I’ll see you later and I tipped my crown goodbye
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| I apologized for the interruption and she continued without
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| A glance
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| Told me how her doctor thought she had St. Vitus' Dance
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| Oh I was getting nowhere so I told her it’s been sweet
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| She asked me what my fame was I said Mr. man on the street
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| By the time I got outside again the sun had already set
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| I was walking by the bank just thinking about Yvette
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| When this motorcycle policeman oh he roll up to me
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| And he says I look suspicious can he looks at my ID
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| I told him I forget it ah In my room again
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| Well he threw me on his cycle and charged me with loitering
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| He asked me what I called myself I told him Jesse James
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| Well he got real mad and said I better come up with my real name
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| I said this is a hold up and I want your motorbike
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| He jumped off fast and growled at me and I stole into the night
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| I drove around a little while with my siren blowing
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| I had no place to be and I don’t care where I’m going
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| I ditched the bike downtown somewhere I was dying on my feet
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| I searched for an open crevice I could get some sleep
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| I guess I wake this bum up who started shouting at the top of
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| His lungs
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| «Just who the hell do you think you are» I said «Napoleon?»
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| He yelled at me I got no right to invade his domain
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| Well I crossed my eyes tucked my head in my shirt and
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| Pretended I was insane
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| He sort of I looked me over and believed I was for real
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| He asked it I was hungry and started cooking up a meal
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| And then he started getting friendly and says he’s not a bum at all
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| But an elevator operator who just took a nasty fall
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| Out of habit he asked me for a dime then he realized what he did
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| His grimy face sank to the ground he knew he’d hit the skids
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| He says, «Society's to blame not ma I’d work if they asked me to
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| Machines have taken over what real men used to do
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| And I don’t want to be a part of a world that’s made me an
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| Outcast»
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| And then he started muttering all about his ludicrous past
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| I couldn’t take no more and I jumped to my feet
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| He asked my where I was going l said to meet Mr. Man on the
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| Street |