| Oh you’re down on your uppers, I said you need new boots
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| Will you listen to your mother, oh I said you’re down on your uppers
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| I remember when I was a boy, I didn’t need no fancy toys
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| I just wanted to explore, go out into the great outdoors
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| Over ditches and on the trees, through a million fields of green
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| Till the evenin' shadows fall, when I would hear my mama call
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| Oh you’re down on your uppers, I said you need new boots
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| Have you got no others, that you can fit into?
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| Oh Derekeen, they’re the worst I’ve seen
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| They’re needin' more than a bit of a clean
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| Will you listen to your mother, oh I said you’re down on your uppers
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| Now as I walk these city streets, I’m moving to a country beat
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| Grey hills and flashing lights, they surround me day and night
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| But I know when I’m feeling alone, where my heart it longs to go
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| To where the evenin' shadows fall, and I can hear my mama call
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| Oh you’re down on your uppers, I said you need new boots
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| Have you got no others, that you can fit into?
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| Oh Derekeen, they’re the worst I’ve seen
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| They’re needin' more than a bit of a clean
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| Will you listen to your mother, oh said you’re down on your uppers
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| Oh you’re down on your uppers, I said you need new boots
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| Have you got no others, that you can fit into?
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| Oh Derekeen, they’re the worst I’ve seen
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| They’re needin' more than a bit of a clean
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| Will you listen to your mother, oh you’re down on your uppers
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| Yeah I said you’re down on your uppers, oh you need new boots
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| Have you got no others, that you can fit into?
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| Oh Derekeen, they’re the worst I’ve seen
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| They’re needin' more than a bit of a clean
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| Will you listen to your mother, oh I said you’re down on your uppers
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| Ah come in for your supper, cause you’re down on your uppers |