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All gather round now: |
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I'll tell you what it's all about. |
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You find a good woman |
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And then you **** her til your hair falls out. |
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A round of applause, please, |
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For the totally clapped-out |
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You got them Caucasian Blues again |
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And don't wave your cash around, |
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It cannot buy you into this |
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'Cause you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool |
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And your money is just cowardice. |
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No sense of rhythm |
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And your name's not on the list |
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You got them Caucasian Blues again |
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Oh yeah |
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And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock |
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And you like to give to charity |
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Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now: |
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I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. |
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You got them Caucasian Blues again |
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And again |
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Oh |
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And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off |
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Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough |
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But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now: |
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I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. |
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You're yesterday's news, |
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You've got so much to lose |
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You got them Caucasian Blues again |
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Oh! |
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Caucasian Blues, yeah |
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Caucasian Blues, yeah |
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Caucasian Blues, yeah |
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Caucasian Blues, yeah |
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Caucasian Blues. |
