| Well I just heard it the other day
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| My little lady got things she don’t say
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| In front of me and I’m not to proud
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| She tells her friends my name is walking cloud
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| Well it sounds to me like an indian name
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| And I’m not so sure that I want my fame
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| To hinge on the fact that I’m a bad egg
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| She says I’m like a big black cloud on legs
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| Well I’m not so bad I must defend myself
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| I like dogs and birds and records on the shelf
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| Well it’s a crazy mixed up life
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| When it’s hard for man and wife
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| To get along in a crowd
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| When you’re walking cloud
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| Well I guess I can be such a bitter old fuck
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| And it’s true that I’ve fallen on some pretty hard luck
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| But I think she’s forgetting all the things we vowed
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| Ain’t it wrong to call your man a walking cloud?
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| Cause I’m not so bad I must defend myself
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| I like dogs and birds and records on the shelf
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| Well it’s a crazy mixed up life
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| When it’s hard for man and wife
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| To get along in a crowd
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| When you’re walking cloud
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| Well I just heard it the other day
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| My little lady got things she don’t say
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| In front of me and I’m not to proud
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| She tells her friends my name is walking cloud |