| It’s a life of the bum, spill of the rum
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| Sound of the freight, a time worth the weight
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| Well, you can’t keep us down
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| All you billyclub clowns
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| 'Cause we don’t speak your language
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| Oh well, sometimes we come out swinging
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| Sometimes we land flat broke
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| Whatever the hand that you deal me
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| You know that I’ll call
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Let the whistle blow on the wind
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| It can carry us away again
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| For we are some of the few special ones
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| Who still sing
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| But nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |