| Well you know that I ain’t Elvis or Jesus
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| But I got a pretty face
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| Ain’t no salaryman
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| Caught in the dirty rat race
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| You can try all you want
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| But you’ll never put me in my place
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| On the day I was born
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| All the doctors gathered 'round
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| I was running a mile
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| Before my feet had hit the ground
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| You can try all you want
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| But you’re never gonna keep me down
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| I ain’t walkin' on water
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| But I know a trick or two
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| And you know I don’t wanna
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| Hang around with you
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| You can follow the plans
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| But you’ll never understand
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| From the heart of the city
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| To the out of the way
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| Everybodys pissin'
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| On their own parade
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| But I’m a One Man Gang
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| And I’m runnin' on that P.M.A
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| I was front of the line up
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| When they gave out attitude
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| I don’t glow in the dark
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| But I can sure light up a room
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| You can try all you want
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| But you’ll never tell me what to do
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| I’ll be kickin' and screamin'
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| When they force me underground
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| From the heart of the gutter
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| To the toast of the town
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| You can try all you want
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| But I’m never gonna turn it down
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| I ain’t walkin' on water
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| But I know a trick or two
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| And you know I don’t wanna
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| Hang around with you
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| You can follow the plans
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| But you’ll never understand
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| From the heart of the city
|
| To the out of the way
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| Everybodys pissin'
|
| On their own parade
|
| But I’m a One Man Gang
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| And I’m runnin' on that P.M.A
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| From the heart of the city
|
| To the out of the way
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| Everybodys pissin'
|
| On their own parade
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| But I’m a One Man Gang
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| And I’m runnin' on that P.M.A
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| From the heart of the city
|
| To the out of the way
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| Everybodys pissin'
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| On their own parade
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| But I’m a One Man Gang
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| And I’m runnin' on that P.M.A |