| He´s got his beard shaved off He´s got his hair cut short
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| He behaves like people think he ought
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| And though his Mum and Papa think he´s pleasin´ to the eye
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| Let me tell you people deep down inside
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| He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
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| Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
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| Yeah he´s goin´ steady holdin´ down a job
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| He don’t run ´round at nights with any old mob
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| But come Sunday mornin´ you won’t find him in bed
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| Cause he’ll be fixin´ his five hundred in the garden shed
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| He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
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| Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
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| And as he grows older and the days go by
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| He knows he’ll soon be called up to the rock-house in the sky
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| There’s a notice tended on them Pearly gates
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| Sayin´ you can’t come here unless you bring your seventy-eights
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| He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
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| Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
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| Yeah he´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
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| Yeah a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
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| He´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled |