| Hey, hey, mama; |
| mama, what you tryin' to do?
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| You keep on talkin' to me, 'till your face turns blue.
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| Well, do you think I’m a young boy, yet to make up my mind?
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| Well, I’m just castin' all my toys, I’m gonna' leave what’s behind me, behind.
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| I’m gonna' leave what’s behind me, behind.
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| I saw an old high school friend, just the other day,
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| He didn’t ask me how I’d been, he asked me «how was my pay? |
| «Now, do you call this a friendship, judging from what he said?
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| If you do, I’ve a real tip: ain’t nobody gonna' know about my bread.
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| Ain’t nobody gonna' know about my bread.
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| If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end,
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| I said if you do, I want to be like you, 'cause you sure got a real good friend.
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| You sure got a real good friend.
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| Friend …
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| Friend … |