| Well, I kicked on my mule to parade me
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| Everyone else laughed and betrayed me
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| They said, «You ain’t got the look and you ain’t got the size
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| And you sure look like a fairy with those sweet puffy eyes»
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| And you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| Get that load up stardom road
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| Well, there’s managers and producers
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| And all the queens you need
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| There’s and there’s juices
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| And there’ll spaced out on speed
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| And when all the public see and when all the people stare
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| They say look at him riding his mule upstage
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| He ain’t going no where, no where
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| He ain’t got no, well, he ain’t got no highway fare
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| Well, I kicked on my mule and he obeyed me
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| Everyone else, they snubbed and delayed me
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| They said, «You ain’t got voice and you ain’t got the chords
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| And you’re living in bay’s water on floorboards»
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| And you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| Take that load up stardom road
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| You’re nowhere, you ain’t got non'
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| You ain’t got no highway fare
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| No, you’re nothing, you’re no one, never gonna be anyone
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| You ain’t got nothing
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| And you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| No, you won’t
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| Take that load up stardom road |