| Welcome to my world
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| You’re just in time to catch the show
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| I call the tune round here
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| I’m the king of Leicester Square
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| Walking on high heel shoes
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| Living with man made blues
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| I know all the tricks
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| Cause I taught Jack the Lad
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| It ain’t easy
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| Gets a little cold at night
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| But it’s my party and I know
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| Yes I know
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| I’m a streetwise cowboy
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| I no longer ride the range
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| Cause I’m the inner city dude
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| I’m a drifter with no name
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| I’m a streetwise cowboy
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| You can write it on my grave
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| I’m a long haired beer swiggin' backpackin'
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| Hardlivin' son of a gun with a switchblade
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| Like the great wild west
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| You gotta hustle just to keep yourself alive
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| It’s a balancing act
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| An old campaigner trying to walk the line
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| Brother can you spare some change?
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| It’s thirsty work down the old Kent Road
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| Out on the west end trail
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| The pickings are rich on an opening night
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| It ain’t easy
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| Gets a little cold at night
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| But it’s my party and I know
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| Yes I know
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| I’m a streetwise cowboy
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| I no longer ride the range
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| Cause I’m the inner city dude
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| I’m a drifter with no name
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| I’m a streetwise cowboy
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| You can write it on my grave
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| I’m a long haired beer swiggin' backpackin'
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| Hardlivin' son of a gun with a switchblade |