| Pat is the guy with a record shop
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| and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop
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| and Paul deals speed in a celtic top
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| but I’m just a drunk in a band
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| Joe does tele-sales and martial arts
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| and Jim pushes patients 'round the public parks
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| and Nancy makes sculptures out of Hoover parts
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| but I’m just a drunk in a band
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| Danny puts the cones on the motorway
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| and Donna dances tables in her lingere
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| and Jerry, Dave, and Billy, man, they’re putting on a play
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| but I’m just a drunk in a band
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| Pat is the guy with a record shop
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| and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop
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| and Paul deals speed in a celtic top
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| but I’m just a drunk in a band
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| I could be a soldier, I could drive a van
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| Guide rivers of paint into little red cans
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| Walk rich folks dogs bring 747s in to land
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| I’m just a drunk in a band |