| I wear my cap with pride
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| When swaying side to side
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| Indoors where it be crude
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| Too late to find me shrewd
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| I never lay in doubt
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| When walking from about
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| At home where it be warm
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| You’re sound asleep, I’m born
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| I’m a small chap, walk tall chap
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| When it rains cats and dogs
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| From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac
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| Inside a rubber wall yelling
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| Screams echo off the ceiling
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| My love could penetrate
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| So I’ll leave you now prostrate
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| My fag smolders out and out
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| And odors wafter about
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| So I give my head a kip
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| My caps worn to a split
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| I’m a small chap, walk tall chap
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| When it rains cats and dogs
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| From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac
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| I wear my cap with pride
|
| When swaying side to side
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| Indoors where I feel nude
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| Too late to find me shrewd
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| I never lay in doubt
|
| When walking from about
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| At home where it be warm
|
| You’re sound asleep I’m born
|
| I’m a small chap, walk tall chap
|
| When it rains cats and dogs
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| From my pocket I pick a pac
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| When it rains cats and dogs
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| From my pocket I pick a pac
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| When it rains cats and dogs
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| From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac |