| Look at me, they call me the people’s friend
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| and what I ain’t got, I ain’t got to lend
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| just give me a chance to air my point of view
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| and I’ll make your world a better place for you
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| if you’re old and broken, whisper in my ear
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| and when I’ve spoken, don’t forget to cheer
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| I don’t know much, but what I know will do
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| and no one’s gonna break me, I’ll break you
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| and I’m sitting on top of the hill
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| and no one’s gonna' put me down again
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| Brothers and sisters I’m a union man
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| and I ain’t gonna bend
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| so join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend
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| join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend
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| don’t misjudge my Jensen, please don’t take my yacht
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| don’t you tear down my mansion
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| god knows it’s really all I’ve got
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| and my woman costs a mint like women do
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| and I’ve worked for all I’ve got and so must you
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| and I’m sitting on top of the hill
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| and no one’s gonna' put me down again
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| Brothers and sisters I’m a union man
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| and I ain’t gonna bend
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| so join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend
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| and I’m sitting on top of the hill
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| and no one’s gonna' put me down again
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| Brothers and sisters I’m a union man
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| and I ain’t gonna bend
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| so join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend
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| join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend
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| join hands and thank the lord
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| for the people’s friend |