| You have drowned a thousand sorrows all in one
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| And mixed with mugs and millionaires you have done
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| Ya' been and gone and done it for a quid
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| And just what you don’t know, up there you got hid
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| Lord, you’re only fourteen summers
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| And God knows, yeah, child
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| You’re gettin' mighty like a rose
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| You got pulled for tryin' to straighten up this town
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| And looked bashful bribin' old, bent Barrister Brown
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| Ya' know, their turnin' on in the classroom ain’t the point
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| It’s when you’re missin' out teacher teach ya' how to
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| Roll a joint
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| Lord, hey, while you’re down there lookin' up my nose
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| Yeah, child you’re gettin' mighty like a rose
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| Nxt time they try to fire m, ya' make the scene
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| You’re gettin' sugar cubes for breakfast
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| Ya' know what I mean
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| And the, the hazard oh the wind blows through you' ears
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| Ya' haven’t got enough of those
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| What ya' haven’t got for years
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| Yeah, but never mind steppin' on my toes
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| Yeah, child, you’re gettin' mighty like a rose
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| Yeah, hey, hey, you’re mighty like a rose
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| Uh-huh, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww
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| Mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm… |