| One day he’ll walk from out of this place
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| You’ll see a quiet determination on his face
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| He’ll toe no lines. |
| Suffer no fools
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| But he’ll raise three cheers to the losing team
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| From the other school
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| A little dedication. |
| A little pair of daddy’s shoes to fill
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| Compleat education. |
| One day he’ll be a man of principle
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| And the battle’s on. |
| And he’ll play to win
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| Feel the blue blood rushing quick beneath his skin
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| And grim they stand. |
| And hard they fall
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| Harder still, when their backs are up against the wall
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| Gonna get your attention. |
| But he’s carrying his cross
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| To the other hill
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| With divine intervention, he can be a man of principle
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| In the evening light, with a fair-ground girl--
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| He stops himself as his head begins to whirl
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| And he walks her home. |
| And there’s a kiss goodbye
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| She feels a chill as she looks him in the eye
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| Well, there’s a time and a place now
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| And it’s not tonight she’ll bend his will
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| Slow realization--she's looking at a man of principle
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| Hung from the highest station by his old school tie--
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| Undressed to kill
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| He could be a real sensation. |
| But he’s a man of principle |