| All right… I’m sick as I can be…
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| Some people call me a junker, cause I’m loaded all the time
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| I just feel happy and I feel good all the time
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| Some people say I use a needle, and some say I slip cocaine
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| But that’s the best old feelin' that I ever need
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| Say goodbye, goodbye to whiskey
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| Lord and so long to gin
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| I just want my reefer, I just want to feel high again
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| Oh yes I’m a junker
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| I feel all right
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| Some people, some people crave for chicken
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| And some crave for a house steak
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| But when I get loaded lord I don’t want my milk and cake
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| Oh yeah that’s what I want now…
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| They call me a junker…
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| Cause I’m loaded all the time…
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| But that ain’t nothin that I feel good all the time… |