| Here’s one line I remember
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| All the rest I forget
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| Something about stroking the rooster
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| Setting up a crooked bet
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| No concern of my own
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| What you do, do or don’t do
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| We got all this and heaven too
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| Tie me down and paint me blue
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| Don’t need a shot
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| Don’t need a rooster
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| Ladies of the jury, stroke my rooster
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| I don’t complain, it’s not my nature
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| Take my milkshake straight, no chaser
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| Rooster rag, rooster rag
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| End up doing that rooster rag
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| End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
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| Mose don’t you stroke that rooster
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| Step on back, step on back
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| It just serves to make him looser
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| Treat him right and he’ll cut you slack
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| Tubal-cain was the god of fire
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| He got doused, first goood rain
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| Crossed the sea in a Goodyear tyre
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| Wired up tight, feeling no pain
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| Kings of creation, in strict rotation
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| Stroking the rooster Saturday night
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| Flirting with loss of reputation
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| A paid vacation where dogs don’t bite
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| Rooster rag, rooster rag
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| End up doing that rooster rag
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| End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
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| No excuses, no regrets
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| Got back what I put out
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| Calling in all my crooked bets
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| 'Cept them few that’s still in doubt
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| Leave this old world a better place
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| Paper chase, what a waste
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| A cut-off throw-switch just in case
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| You bite off more than a taste
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| Don’t need a shot
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| Don’t need a rooster
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| Ladies of the jury, stroke my rooster
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| I don’t complain, it’s not my nature
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| Take my milkshake straight, no chaser
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| Rooster rag, rooster rag
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| End up doing that rooster rag
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| End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
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| Rooster rag, rooster rag
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| End up doing that rooster rag
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| End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag |