| Did ya ever just wanna lay down, tell the world ya had enough
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| Did ya ever wanna drop out, when the goin' got a little bit rough
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| Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
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| Have you ever really had the blues?
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| So now you wanna see how the other half lived
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| Well brother what ya got to lose?
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| Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
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| And you never think think of ever goin' back
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| Your fat (er's making money for the good of the country
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| And your moma’s out bettin' at the track
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| Camptown ladies sing them songs, doo-daa, doo-daa
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| And now you’re gonna let your hair grow long
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| Get a little pad up town
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| Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
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| And use your wits to get around
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| And you think it’s gonna make you happy
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| See your story in the evening new
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| If you know it’s just a game of tryin' to point the blame
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| Brother whatcha got to lose?
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| Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square
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| The underground world don’t fit a millionaire
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| Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do
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| First time you ever had the pressure on you
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| Hey, Rock when the rockin' and t (e bombin' is through
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| There’ll still be a piece of daddy’s kingdom for you
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| Now Rocky ya sure hurt ya moma
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| And your daddy got an ulcer over you
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| With t (e stock market shot and the war still hot
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| It sure was a cruel thing to do
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| So don’t cry boy
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| Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square
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| The underground life don’t fit a millionaire
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| Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do?
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| First time you ever had the pressure on you
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| Hey, Rock when the rockin' and the bombin' is through
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| There’ll still be a piece of daddy’s kingdom for you
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| Money to pay, money today, don’t ya go gay, Rocky better pray
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| Money today, money to pay, don’t ya go gay, Rocky better pray |