| I’m one of the smart ones!
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| I got it all figured!
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| You won’t find me
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| In one of them broken down flats,
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| Commanding an army of brats
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| Not me.
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| You won’t catch me,
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| Bent over and ready to scrub
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| Some grimy old ring in a tub.
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| Not me!
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| Got it figured,
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| Got it planned!
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| How’s my future?
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| Grand!
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| You won’t see me
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| Whenever the dinner is through
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| With mountains of dishes to do,
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| Not me.
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| That’s for some dumb someone else,
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| Not me.
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| My Daddy used to tell me
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| When I was barely three,
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| or (Back in the old teepee,)
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| Lay down with the dog
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| And you wake up with the flea.
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| Pick out the brave with wampum,
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| All the rest is talk;
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| Only a brave with wampum
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| Buys a good tomahawk.
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| Lovin' is like a horse race:
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| You’ll have a valued hide,
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| If you remain a filly
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| Only winners can ride.
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| Daddy, I learned my lesson
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| Daddy, I’m cutting loose
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| Daddy, I’m gonna make you proud
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| Of this papoose.
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| I’m one of the smart ones.
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| I got it all figured.
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| You won’t find me
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| Tied down to some boozy old slob
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| Who’s chronically out of a job,
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| Not me!
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| You won’t catch me
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| Uncapping a bottle or beer
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| And figuring Christmas is here
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| Not me!
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| Got it figured
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| Soon or late…
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| I’ll be doing great!
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| Great! |
| Great, great…
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| And when you see me
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| Hobnobbin' on top of the town,
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| My emeralds weighin' me down,
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| You’ll cry,
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| «There goes baby!
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| Ain’t she flyin' high…» |