| I am the swingin' man, perpetually on the lam
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| Free as a bird or the girls in Amsterdam
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| Yellow taxi ride, hey, I never exercise
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| The devil when I speak or when I rise
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| Buddy Holly, told me
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| You can’t save rock 'n' roll
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| It’s only for the lonely boys and girls
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| I’m a courageous cat down at the Laundromat
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| A sacred cow I never took a vow
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| Like old buildings and whores, politicians and wars
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| All get respect man if they last this long
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| They used to call her Mary
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| But she changed her name to Raph
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| Life was something scary till she laughed
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| We never had a baby but she got more tattoos
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| And I got more material for the blues
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| Summer’s rolling in
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| I want to lose this skin
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| They call it art but sometimes it’s just a sin
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| I am a swingin' man, hey, I smile on command
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| I don’t know when or how you got to me
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| We never had a baby but she got more tattoos
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| And I got more material for the blues |