| Wary as a bug and tiny as a scheme
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| He’s gonna go walkin' like a beast competes
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| And all the sparrows gonna sing
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| His belt buckles gonna gleam
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| Yeah
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| Your sister needs a settle and your pals need a pill
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| And all the people hopin' that they’re gonna make the will
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| And all the boots are gonna quake
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| Just like they got their lives at stake
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| And they said it once and they say it again
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| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man
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| Aha, aha, aha, aha, da-da, aha, aha, aha
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| Yeah
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| Nothin' ever gives, the epicenter wakes
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| And all the shops are wavin' and all the cakes bake
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| And Monday usually never cares
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| Until it gets a glimpse of his hair
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| And nothin’s never wrong, his lookin' makes a sound
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| You better take a seat until you comin' back around
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| And everywhere he’s gonna go
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| The heart-beatin' never slows
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| And they said it once and they say it again
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| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man
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| Aha, aha, aha, aha, da-da, aha, aha, aha
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| Yeah
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| And they said it once and they say it again
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| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man
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| Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha |