| Everybody said no, boy
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| You were born too low, boy
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| Just pick up and run
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| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
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| I’m a homegrown soul boy
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| Royal flush, don’t fold boy
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| Or pick up and run
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| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
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| Hey, no means no
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| When the pitch goes high
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| You can’t take it real low
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| Like Jon Snow
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| And as commander I should know
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| I’ve never taken orders from the drive-in-window
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| When you tell me no
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| And I always gotta show
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| Understand defeat, I’m going psycho
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| Got quicksanded feet, I’m going psycho
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| Must act nice and sweet, I’m going psycho
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| Veni, vidi, vici
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| I just want you to see
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| Everybody said no, boy
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| You were born too low, boy
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| Just pick up and run
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| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
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| I’m a homegrown soul boy
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| Royal flush, don’t fold boy
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| Or pick up and run
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| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
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| Wax on, wax off
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| And pick up more trash
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| Laborious jobs until your music means cash
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| Thick skin
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| Cause I’m used to rejection
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| Every «no» claimed is a dose of affection
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| You don’t seem to know
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| Where I’m, where I’m gonna go
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| And I always gotta show
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| Understand defeat, I’m going psycho
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| Got quicksanded feet, I’m going psycho
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| Must act nice and sweet, I’m going psycho
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| Veni, vidi, vici
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| I just want you to see
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| Everybody said no, boy
|
| You were born too low, boy
|
| Just pick up and run
|
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
|
| I’m a homegrown soul boy
|
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy
|
| Or pick up and run
|
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
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| Everybody say
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| Run, boy
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| Hide, boy
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| No-go low, boy
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| I say fly, boy
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| They’re too slow, boy
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| You got the gift to glow like the sun
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| And I’m never gon' don' run
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| Everybody say
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| Run, boy
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| Hide, boy
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| No-go low, boy
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| I say fly, boy
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| They’re too slow boy
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| You got the gift to glow like the sun
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| And I’m never gon' don' run
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| I’m a young gun, son
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| Low boy, pick up and run
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| Low boy, pick up and run
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| Low boy, pick up and run
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| Everybody, sing!
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| Everybody said no, boy
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| You were born too low, boy
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| Just pick up and run
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| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
|
| I’m a homegrown soul boy
|
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy
|
| Or pick up and run
|
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
|
| Everybody said no, boy
|
| You were born too low, boy
|
| Just pick up and run
|
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum
|
| I’m a homegrown soul boy
|
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy
|
| Or pick up and run
|
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |