| I was born at noon time with bottle in my hand
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| The midwife screamed and dropped me
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| 'Cause she couldn’t understand
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| Why a newborn would be wearing ragged clothes right from the start
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| And instead of lettin' out a cry, let rip a stinkin' fart
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| I headed for the front desk, on the way I kissed the nurse
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| Stumbled out the door and hijacked what appeared to be a hearse
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| I kicked it into gear and put the pedal to the floor
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| At the pub I hit the brakes, the casket slid out of the door
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| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill
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| Go, go, go, come and get your fill
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| The kindergarten playground was a bore when I arrived
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| But the kiddies started laughin' when I taught them out to drive
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| The teacher came a runnin', shook her walking stick at me
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| I crashed the gate, we all made off, I set the kiddies free
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| Go, go, go, running down the hill
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| Go, go, go, come and get your fill
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| Not a winner, I’m a sinner
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| I let everybody down
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| And they spit into my face
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| I’m a king without a crown
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| Call me loser, call me boozer
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| Call me anything you want
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| Find me creepin', find me sleepin'
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| In the bars I used to haunt
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| The Freak of Enniskillen was a liar and a cheat
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| Always drinkin', up to trouble, wreakin' havoc in the street
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| But he never bowed his head, he never held his cap in hand
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| What it was that made him laugh so hard, we’ll never understand
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| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill
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| Go, go, go, come and get your fill
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| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill
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| Not a winner, I’m a sinner
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| I let everybody down
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| And they spit into my face
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| I’m a king without a crown
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| Call me loser, call me boozer
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| Call me anything you want
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| Find me creepin', find me sleepin'
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| In the bars I used to haunt
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| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner
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| He lets everybody down
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| When they spit into his face
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| He’s a king without a crown
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| Call him loser, call him boozer
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| Call him anything you want
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| Find him creepin', find me sleepin'
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| In the bars he used to haunt
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| Not a winner, I’m a sinner
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| I let everybody down
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| And they spit into my face
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| I’m a king without a crown
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| Call me loser, call me boozer
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| Call me anything you want
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| Find me creepin', find me sleepin'
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| In the bars I used to haunt
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| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner
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| He lets everybody down
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| When they spit into his face
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| He’s a king without a crown
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| Call him loser, call him boozer
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| Call him anything you want
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| Find him creepin', find me sleepin'
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| In the bars he used to haunt |