| Call yourself friend, and look me in the eye,
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| I’ll unstrap my knees an apologise,
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| 'Cos I’m, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys,
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| O yes we are.
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| Ain’t no neighbours, upon our hill,
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| 'Crept slight thigh Be-bop and old gumbo jill,
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| But I’m, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys,
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| O yes we are.
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| Ain’t nobody’s some-one,
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| And it hurts deep inside,
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| Just call us taxi mama and we’ll take you for a ride,
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| 'Cos we’re, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys.
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| O yes we are.
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| Left hand luke and the begger boys,
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| O yes we are.
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| Myxomatosis is an animal’s disease,
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| But I got so shook up mama that it ate away my knees,
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| And I’m Left Hand Luke and the begger boys,
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| O yes we are.
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| Ain’t had no money lord, but it’s plain to see,
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| If you had some silver mister how much would you pay for me?
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| 'Cos I’m, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys,
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| O yes we are.
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| No one’s gonna fool me baby |