| Out for a spell, I was slated. |
| I’d lost a yard, I was hated
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| I dug a rug out in the dugout, lazing, I joined in the turnout
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| That’s no life at all
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| Out for a spell, got neglected, lay on the bench unselected
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| Laughing, I joined in the squabbles, over the hill. |
| I’m immortal
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| And that’s no life at all
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| I’m immortal and that’s not life at all
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| I took a kick in the confidence, down in the tackle I hurt
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| I took a shine to your big size tens
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| Now all around the subject I skirt. |
| Gingerly, gingerly
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| And that’s no life at all
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| I just went out for a spell
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| I just went out for a smoke
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| I took a dive I was a sub
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| I thought my number was up
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| But I’m immortal, and that’s not life at all
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| Speaking of tongues, baby
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| I’m immortal |