| I know a guy they call Freddie
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| He has nothing much to do
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| He’s a full blooded fuck up-
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| Spends every wakung minute sniffin' glue
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| And solvents, getting high and falling low
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| He’s dancing Polka with the Devil
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| And the devil just won’t let him go
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| He’s a kid without a concience
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| He’s hardly 17
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| He’s not a threat, he's not a danger
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| A phony rebel with a brain like gelatine
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| And in a year now, he'll ride his very own horse
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| Dancin' Polka with the Devil
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| And going down slow…
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| I don’t sympathize with Freddie
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| But where there’s darkness there is light
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| He’s onto something valid
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| It’s a pity, though, that he didn’t get it right
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| Of course there’s discord, there's a world to change, that's true
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| I’d rather dance Polka with the Devil
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| Than squaredance with those fools… |