| Here they come
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| Slumming their way outta the Jacuzzi
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| Well, I’ve lived in a slum, sugarplum
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| Hit and run and it did not amuse me
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| There they go moving around on the radio
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| Well I’ve been on that show
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| Reap and sow, feed and grow
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| And it did not amuse me
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| Hey citizen, hey American
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| Hey Russian, hey Citizen
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| Beauty stab
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| When the good things in life
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| Have all grown bad, the cat’s out the bag
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| Smash and grab, burn the flag
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| And didn’t it fool me throw it out
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| It’s not worth the paper it’s written on
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| No ifs and buts, spending cuts, cheaper smut
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| They say they could use me
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| All through summer
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| There’s no glamour in the slammer
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| No glamour in the slammer
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| Until you make a run
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| All through summer
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| The splendors, pretty slender
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| The splendors pretty slender
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| Until you make a run
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| Here they come
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| Slumming their way out of the Jacuzzi
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| Well I’ve lived in a slum, sugar plum
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| Hit and run and it did not amuse me
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| There they go
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| Grooving around on the radio
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| Well I’ve been on that show, reap and sow
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| Feed and grow, and it didn’t amuse me
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| Hey villager, hey citizen
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| Hey countryman, hey, now listen
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| Hey Chinaman, hey European
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| Hey Russian, hey American
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| Hey cowboy, hey Indian
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| Hey anyway, hey, hey, hey citizen |