| I’m always doing something
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| Something for the boys
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| I’m always doing something
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| For the lads if it adds to their joy
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| So don’t tell me it’s a wrong thing
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| If I’m out with 'em nightly till three
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| 'Cos I’m always doing something for the boys
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| Or they’re doing something for me
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| Back in the days of gifty giving
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| When all God’s daddies had greens
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| I was oh so busy living
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| Beyond several gentlemen’s means
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| I didn’t care much where I fluttered
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| Long as my bank roll was buttered
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| But now my life’s completely cluttered
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| With soldiers, sailors
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| Not to speak of those big marines
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| 'Cos I’m always doing something
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| Something for the boys
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| I’m always doing something
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| For the lads if it adds to their joy
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| So don’t tell me its a wrong thing
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| If I flop on some corporal’s knee
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| 'Cos I’m always doing something for the boys
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| Or they’re doing something for me |