| too bad we was thrown downstairs
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| you never got a chance to sing
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| we were quite polite with one invite
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| to keep us off the streeet
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| so we mingled for a minute or two
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| with the high class clientele
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| and then somebody said who invited them
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| them that crowd of refugees, get out
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| what an insult to be shown the door
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| before we could shake a leg
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| I was most intrigued by the colored queen
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| bleeding on the kitchen door
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| then I was ushered with my friends
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| by the butler who was twelve feet tall
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| well let me please explain that were not to blame
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| we just don’t have the right accent, no, no all we wanted to do was to socialize
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| oh you know it’s a shame
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| I was always getting the pain
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| all we wanted to do was to socialize
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| oh you know it’s a shame
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| how we always get the blame
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| twenty girls, damp hotels
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| is where I’m gonna stay
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| 'cause now I see what it’s all about
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| I didn’t at the old school side
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| don’t worry we had more fun
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| waiting for the all night bus
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| too bad my regional tongue
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| gave us away again |