| Well it’s a beautiful day for a certain arrangement
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| There’s wheels in the water and tires on the pavement
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| Don’t tell me the party’s through
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| The lights are coming on at 2
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| Most of the time
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| And if the bartenders come out to play
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| I’m going to try to keep them out of the way
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| I’m crossing the line that leads to a good time
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| There’s only so many chords that haven’t been played yet
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| And the check’s in the mail but we haven’t been paid yet
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| The chauffeur’s picking up our tab
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| It’s looking like we need a cab
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| We’re counting our dimes
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| And if the ploy won’t come into play
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| Were gonna save it for a rainy day
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| When we’re blurring the line
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| Between us and the good times
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you work with the changes)
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you take to the strangers)
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| Then we’ll be back in the morning and brush off the pay dirt
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| Derange it by evening and call it a day’s work
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| And every word that we parlay
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| Gets forgotten the next day
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| It’s better that way
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| But if the boys don’t come into play
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| You’ll have to save them for a rainy day
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| When we’re writing the lines and making up good times
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you work with the changes)
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you take to the strangers)
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you work with the changes)
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| (All in the way you take to the strangers) |