| Put your feet up maybe let the world pass by
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| Keep off the street, go away and wait to die
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| What you don’t see is what life means to me
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| My woman says it ain’t right
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| For a man my age to fight
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| She don’t get it
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| She ain’t in it
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| I’m pushed to the limit
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| Two clean shirts, i’m puffing on an old cigar
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| I still love women, sex and fancy cars
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| What you don’t conceive is just what i believe
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| My doctor says it ain’t right
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| For a man my age to fight
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| He don’t get it
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| He ain’t in it
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| I’m pushed to the limit
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| Is it nice and cozy, sitting there in your evening chair
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| Is your paper pressed like your string vest
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| It’s enough to make you rip out your hair
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| Relations sit and wring their hands
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| How long will i survive
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| Here’s the cherry, there’s more spunk left
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| Kiss my arse, i’m still alive
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| You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please don’t pacify me
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| I’m just not ready for the shade of an old oak tree
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| What you don’t see is what life means to me
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| And my dad’s an angry man, sometimes like desperate dan
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| And he gets it
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| And he’s in it
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| He’s pushed to the limit
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| My doctor says it ain’t right
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| For a man my age to fight
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| He says put out the light
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| He don’t get it
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| He ain’t in it
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| I’m pushed to the limit |