| Walkin' like a millionaire
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| Smilin' like a king
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| He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
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| He said, «I been a lot of places
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| And I seen a lot of things
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| But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
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| I was flyin' back from Lubbock
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| I saw Jesus on the plane
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| …or maybe it was Elvis
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| You know, they kind of look the same
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| Hey, look out, Junior, you’re steppin' on my bed»
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| I said, «I don’t see nothin'»
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| He just glared at me and said,
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| I wouldn’t worry anymore
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| Lookin' like a beauty queen
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| Loyal as a wife
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| She raised her little voice and testified,
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| «I am a good girl
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| I’ve been one all my life»
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| But her virtue was as swollen as her pride
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| She should’ve had the Oscar
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| She must have been miscast
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| Her fifteen minutes went by so fast
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| I said, «Now, baby, have you got no shame?»
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| She just looked at me uncomprehendingly
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| Like cows at a passing train
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| I wouldn’t worry anymore
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| We got the bully pulpit
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| And the poisoned pen
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| We got a press no better
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| Than the public men
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| This brave new world
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| Gone bad again
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| God’s finest little creatures
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| Looking brave and strong
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| Whistling past the graveyard
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| Nothing can go wrong
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| Quoting from the scriptures
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| With patriotic tears
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| We got the same old men
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| With the same old fears
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| Standing at attention
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| Wrapped in stars and stripes
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| They hear the phantom drummers
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| And the nonexistent pipes
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| These days the buck stops nowhere
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| No one takes the blame
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| But evil is still evil
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| In anybody’s name
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| If dirt were dollars
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| We’d all be in the black |