| I started as an altar boy working at the church
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| Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
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| Which led me to a cash box labeled «Children's Fund» --
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| I’d leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
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| I got a part-time job at my father’s carpet store
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| Laying tackless stripping and housewives by the score
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| I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
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| And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan
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| I’m very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
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| I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
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| I’m proud to be a glutton and I don’t have time for sloth
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| I’m greedy and I’m angry and I don’t care who I cross
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| I’m Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt --
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| I like to have a good time and I don’t care who gets hurt
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| I’m Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me --
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| I’ll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy
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| Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
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| And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
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| Then worked in hair replacement swindling the bald
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| Where very few are chosen and fewer still are called
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| Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
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| I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
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| I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
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| Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute
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| Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
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| And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
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| Fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
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| Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade
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| I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
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| To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
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| But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
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| And whisked away their workman’s comp and pauperized the lot
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| I’m Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt --
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| I like to have a good time and I don’t care who gets hurt
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| I’m Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me --
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| I’ll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy
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| I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
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| And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
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| I’m thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
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| I’ll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals |