| Come on, everybody, everybody, sing it
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| Come on, everybody, everybody, sing it
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| (Lord, Lord) though my shoes are thin
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| (Lord, Lord) and my coat is a hand-me-down
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| (Lord, Lord) but the song is mine, so’s this old guitar
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| If you’ve been down the end of town, you’ll have seen my face before
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| Though I ain’t had a meal in days (I'm not complainin')
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| 'Cos as soon as I start to play, you’ll know it’s just for you
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| 'Cos I love it here in Leicester Square
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| Waiting, waiting for the people to come
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| I spend my night by the riverside, unless somebody takes me in
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| If they do or they don’t, it’s all the same to me (that ain’t the reason)
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| Why I live the life I do, living and singing for free
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| 'Cos I love it here in Leicester Square
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| Waiting, waiting for the people to come
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| Come on, everybody, everybody, sing it…
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| (repeats out) |