| D.W. |
| Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say.
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| D.W. |
| Washburn, this is your lucky day.
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| A hot bowl of soup is waitin'.
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| A hot bowl of soup and a shave.
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| D.W. |
| Washburn, we picked you to say.
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| Can’t you hear the bugle call? |
| Can’t you hear the bells?
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| Even you can be reborn, you naughty
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| If you don’t get out of that gutter,
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| before the next big rain.
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| D.W. |
| Wahsburn, you’re gonna wash right down the drain.
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| Up, up, come on get up off your street.
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| If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
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| I know you can make it to your feet. |
| Wooah!
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| D.W. |
| Washburn, I said to myself.
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| D.W. |
| Washburn, why don’t you go save sombody else?
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| Well, I got no job to go to.
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| I don’t work and I don’t get paid.
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| I got a bottle of wine, I’m feelin' fine.
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| And I believe I got it made.
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| I’d like to thank all you good people
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| for comin' to my aid.
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| But I’m D.W. |
| Washburn.
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| I do believe I got it made.
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| I do believe I got it made, don’t need nobody.
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| I do believe I got it made, I do believe I got it made.
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| or…
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| DW Washburn I heard a sweet voice say
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| DW Washburn this is your lucky day
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| A hot bowl of soup is waitin'
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| A hot bowl of soup and a shave…
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| DW Washburn… we picked you to SAVE (the whole thing is about the
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| Salvation Army finding some soul that they think needs saving… and the guy
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| is perfectly content as he is)
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| Can’t you hear the FLUGLE HORN?
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| Can’t you hear the band? |
| (Also could be bells… certainly fits the music
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| here… but the band would refer to the Sal Army)
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| Even you can be reborn
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| You naughty n’er — do-well (an archaic term for a slacker)
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| Get up, get outta that gutter
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| Before the next big rain.
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| DW Washburn… you're gonna wash right down the drain.
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| Up, up… c'mon get up (My kid’s favorite part of the song)
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| Get up off your street (has been written as «Seat"in other places, but
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| Micky is clearly saying «Street»…which works in context.)
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| If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
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| I know you can make it to your feet. |
| whooo
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| DW Washburn I said to myself (Character is going introspective here)
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| DW Washburn Why don’t you go save somebody else? |
| (I.e. we picked you to
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| save, but DW doesn’t give a ****)
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| Well I got no job to go to
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| I don’t work and I don’t get paid
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| I got a bottle of wine
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| I’m feeling fine… And I believe I' got it made.
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| I’d like to thank all you good people
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| For coming to my aid, but I’m
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| DW Washburn
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| I do believe I got it made… etc. to fade |