| He got trouble, he got strife
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| He got difficulty in his life
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| He got trouble walkin' on his toes
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| And I think there’s something wrong with his nose
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| And he don’t know where he’s goin'
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| And he don’t care where he’s been
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| But now he knows he’s alive givin' out with his jive
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| And he’s makin' me pale with his sad little tale about love
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| He got women, he got wine
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| He got everything to make him feel fine
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| He got everything this world can give
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| But he still don’t know how to wake up and live
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| And he don’t know where he’s goin'
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| And he don’t care where he’s been
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| But now he knows he’s alive givin' out with his jive
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| And he’s makin' me pale with his sad little tale about love
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| 'Cause he be too black and too proud
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| Or too white and too loud
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| He be too low or too high
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| The difference is he’s frightened and he don’t know how to try
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| And he don’t know where he’s goin'
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| And he don’t care where he’s been
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| But now he knows he’s alive givin' out with his jive
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| And he’s makin' me pale with his sad little tale about love |