| Now my friend Bill was just a working lad
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| And he liked to have his fun.
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| He’d like to find a girl and get comfortable
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| When his working day was done.
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| He would spend all his money on a Friday night,
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| Wake up in the morning broke,
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| But he had a run in with little Lucy then;
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| Believe me that ain’t no joke.
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| Watch out for Lucy,
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| Though she may look frail.
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| Say excuse me, Lucy,
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| Darling don’t you use me;
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| I don’t want to land in jail.
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| She started out working in a cafe,
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| Picking money up on the side.
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| She was free and easy, everybody’s friend,
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| But she couldn’t be satisfied.
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| So now in walks Bill with his cash in his hand,
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| His heart upon his sleeve.
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| We tried to warn him about her ways,
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| We never did succeed.
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| Chorus
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| Well, the trap was sprung for poor old Bill;
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| You should have heard little Lucy sing
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| «I want a Cadillac car, a beautiful home,
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| And a thousand dollar ring.»
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| They found our hero in the gutter
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| With a diamond ring and a gun.
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| He’d done it for the love of Lucy
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| And ended up on the run.
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| Chorus
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| Chorus |