| I was walkin' down the street one day
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| Oh when a couple of fellows ridin' by said, «Hey,
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| Look at her, Mr. Dilly, with her nose in the air.»
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| Huh, I just kept on walkin' like they weren’t even there
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| You see my mama used to tell me
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| Don’t change your ways, don’t worry about it
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| When somebody calls you «Snottie», no child
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| Don’t change your ways, just be yourself
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| 'Cause you can’t please everybody
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| Get on down with the feelin', y’all
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| Hey hey hey, yeah
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| Bass play, oh, good God
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| Now I want you to lend me your ears for a minute
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| I went out and bought a new dress
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| My man saw it and said, «Yeah, now that’s class»
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| His mother saw it and she hit the ceiling
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| And said, «Young lady, that dress is much too revealing»
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| See what I mean
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| Now wait a minute
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| There’s somethin' I want to say right here
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| The moral of the story is
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| Different strokes for different folks
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| In other words, you do your thing and let me do mine
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| And I’m sure everything will work out just fine
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| And remember
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| Don’t change your ways, don’t worry about it
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| When somebody calls you «Snottie», no child
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| Don’t change your ways, just be yourself
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| 'Cause you can’t please everybody
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| Come on, fellows, sing it with me
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| Don’t change your ways, don’t worry about it
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| When somebody calls you «Snottie», no child
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| Don’t change your ways, just be yourself
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| 'Cause you can’t please everybody
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| No, you can’t
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| Hey hey hey, yeah |