| Wake up, switch on
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| I eat my breakfast and the picture goes wrong
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| give it a slap, give it a jog
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| I better hurry or I’ll miss the epilogue
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| ride high without a saddle
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| down the rapids on
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| a boat without a paddle
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| I am the scourge of the high seas
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| just you watch’em running when they hear about me
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| Chorus:
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| One two three… hail T.V.
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| watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
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| here I stand, T.V. man
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| I’ve got all the angels eating out of my hand…
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| I got the good, bad and ugly traits
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| but even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes…
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| Knock, knock
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| there’s someone at the door
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| I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine
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| I can’t imagine what they come around here for…
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| could be the rent or H.P.
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| whatever it is they gonna bleed me
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| Well, I’ve got no money…
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| nothing to borrow
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| just you go away now,
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| don’t come back tomorrow
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| One two three… hail T.V.
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| watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
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| here I stand, T.V. man
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| I’ve got all the angels eating out of my hand…
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| I got the good, bad and ugly traits
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| but even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes…
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| It’s so hot here under the sun
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| just him and me and a couple of six guns
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| I look at him he looks at me
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| out comes the guns who will it be…
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| One two three… hail T.V.
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| watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
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| here I stand, T.V. man
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| I’ve got all the angels eating out of my hand…
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| I got the good, bad and ugly traits
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| but even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes… |