| I’m a lucky guy, and I ain’t gonna sing no blues
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| I’m a lucky guy, and I ain’t gonna sing no blues
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| My baby’s got bad teeth, bad feet
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| Can’t eat or wear no shoes
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| My baby can’t wear shoes 'cause it hurts her feet to walk
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| My baby can’t wear shoes 'cause it hurts her feet to walk
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| Got teeth so bad, it hurts her face to talk
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| Without a whole lotta talk, I know we’ll never fight
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| Without a whole lotta talk, I know we’ll never fight
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| If she can’t wear shoes, she’ll stay home every night
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| I’m gonna take her to the dentist, see the foot doctor too
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| Keep my fingers crossed hoping there’s nothing they can do
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| I’m well satisfied, do whatever I choose
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| Well, I’m a lucky guy, and I ain’t gonna sing no blues
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| I eat her food and mine, getting pig and stout
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| Getting all the lovin', nothing to worry about
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| Got the world in a jar, and I don’t aim to lose
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| 'Cause I’m a lucky guy and I ain’t gonna sing no blues |