| All gather round now:
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| I’ll tell you what it’s all about
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| You find a good woman
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| And then you fuck her til your hair falls out
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| A round of applause, please
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| For the totally clapped-out
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| You got them Caucasian Blues again
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| And don’t wave your cash around
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| It cannot buy you into this
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| Cause you’re a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool
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| And your money is just cowardice
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| No sense of rhythm
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| And your name’s not on the list
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| You got them Caucasian Blues again
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| Oh yeah
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| And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock
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| And you like to give to charity
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| Because it’s easier to patronise than face the facts and now:
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| I’ve heard it said that you are hung like a white man
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| You got them Caucasian Blues again
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| And again
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| Oh
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| And now you’re asking me to sympathise and let you off
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| Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough
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| But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now:
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| I’ve heard it said that you are hung like a white man
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| You’re yesterday’s news
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| You’ve got so much to lose
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| You got them Caucasian Blues again
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| Oh!
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| Caucasian Blues, yeah
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| Caucasian Blues, yeah
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| Caucasian Blues, yeah
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| Caucasian Blues, yeah
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| Caucasian Blues |