| Elvis’s is probably 30 years old
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| He looks like a Saab in '45
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| Cliff says he’s got a headache
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Teach them kids about disease (?)
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| 'Cause Lois can’t think of anything to run from (?)
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| And you just can’t get up anymore (?)
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| They just can’t get up anymore
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Why fly when you can walk?
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| Why sing when you can talk?
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| Why hit the wall when you just punched the clock?
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| Oh why sing when you can talk?
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| Jeremy’s talking about the Bronx
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| He thinks it’s probably a bad place to be He says, it’s gonna be worse than Manhattan
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Take the train on up to the zoo
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| Don’t look on what you didn’t do
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| 'Cause everybody’s got a Monday
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| Looks like shit and feels like America
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| It’s nice to be liked
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| But it’s better by far to get paid
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| I know that most of the friends that I had
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| Don’t really see it that way
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| But if you could give 'em each one wish
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| How much do you wanna bet?
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| They’d wish success for themselves and their friends
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| And that would include lots of money
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| That would surely include lots of money
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| So if there are any of you little green elves
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| Sitting out there today
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| Step right up, wish me old Irish luck
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| But I also need shitloads of money
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| And if there are any of you dirty rich old men
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| Sitting out there today
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| Step right up, I’m a lucky fuck
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| But I’m gonna need shitloads of money
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| I’m gonna need shitloads of money
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| I have got to have shitloads of money |