| Every one of you, of every size
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| Every one of you, you’re telling lies
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| And when you’re screaming that the river’s high
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| And when you feel just like you want to die…
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| To every one of you, I wave bye-bye
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| Then they tell us, then they tell us
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| Fat and jealous
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| Then they tell us, can’t tell us
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| Fat and jealous
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| Every one of you, you have a dream
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| But all you ever do, is stomp and scream
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| And then then they tell us, then they tell us
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| Fat and jealous
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| Then they tell us, can’t tell us
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| Fat and jealous
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| Ah-huh, Mac the mean man, What he done?*
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| He’s only happy when the blood starts to run
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| All you hear him singing like a bird
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| He goes «La, la, la»
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| He never heard
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| Mac the mean man, He’s obscene.*
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| He goes running after lowlife
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| When he’s not even clean?
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| Every one of you, you pull my hair… out
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| But nearly all of you, weren’t even there
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| And when you’re screaming that the ladies stare
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| Even if you’re maimed by a Grizzly bear
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| Every one of you
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| I don’t care. |
| I don’t care
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| And then then they tell us, then they tell us
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| Fat and jealous
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| Then they tell us, can’t tell us
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| Fat and jealous |