| This is a short man’s room
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| The better you watch your head
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| I’ve still got my one good eye
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| I keep it right next to my bed
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| I keep my money down here
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| I dressed it to look like a shoe
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| I’m saving up for a pair
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| Then I’ll have more money than you
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| I drink more than maybe I should
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| But I don’t go out when I do
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| I put my feet up in the window
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| And I ride my dreams like a canoe
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| And I write letters to the newspapers
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| And I dance to the talk radio
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| I’m a volunteer fireman each Christmas
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| 'Cause there’s brandy wherever you go
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| My dad was a natural tenor
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| He worked at the mill in Lenore
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| My mother was a mule skinner
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| And a band leader during the war
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| I once thought that I’d live forever
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| I pitched for the Indian leagues
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| But now I guess I learned some better
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| You’e only as good as your knees
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| The better you watch your head
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| Guy like you
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| You’re not near as tall as you’re thinking
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| But then this is a short man’s room |