| And Mercer loved my rhymes
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| My tunes climbed the Billboard chart
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| At least a dozen times
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| But life’s capricious pendulum
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| Has tossed me to this pit
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| I sure could use ANOTHER HIT
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| A long parade of goddesses
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| Passed through my bedroom door
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| I unhooked gowns and bodices
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| Till it became a chore
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| I dined with Julie London once
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| Charmed her with my wit
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| Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT
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| Their hands would flutter down my neck
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| The honey flowed, the honey flowed
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| A crisp new bill would pay the check
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| The money goes, the money goes
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| We rode in block-long limousines
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| The champagne flowed like wine
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| I made the trades and magazines
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| This fickle world was mine
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| My evening clothes were Saville Row
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| Each suit a perfect fit
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| Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT
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| A narrow waist
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| An ample hip
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| The honey flowed, the honey flowed
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| I’d leave a twenty for a tip
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| The money goes, the money goes
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| I muddle through this blue-soaked haze
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| Bereft of all my toys
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| The music that they write these days
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| Is just a lot of noise
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| The world is not so sweet a place
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| When viewed from where I sit
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| Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT |