| «There's something warm in here»
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| The Duke brown-shirted and suited says
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| «And I think I know what it is
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| Since it smells like a church mouse
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| So let’s rearrange the rec room chairs
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| Because, jesus christ, it’s murder in here.»
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| Shoes shuffle along the linoleum
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| And she just comes and comes and comes
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| «Now I didn’t bring these drinks for nothing»
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| The Duke not disheveled or dissembled says
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| «And not drinking is a sin
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| That offends the eye of your lonesome
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| So let’s tip the goddamned glass
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| And get to enjoying ourselves, fast.»
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| Downtown no one without an invitation
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| Never, ever comes around
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| «So spread around the cheese fellas»
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| The Duke clear as a bell says. |
| You might think
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| «And do what your conscience clears you for
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| Which, by my lights, is not nearly enough
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| So let’s let the going get tough.»
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| Cigarettes smoke gray and blue rings
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| And no one here is broke. |
| No, no one here has anything to fear
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| And while they say that the best things in life are free
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| Everything around here comes with a fee |