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I pick me up by the seat of my pants |
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And put my fingers down on the keys |
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To sing a story that ends nobody's friends |
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I'm sittin' in a rock 'n' roll mood |
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I'd like to help but I know it's no good |
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They say nobody's friend, is nobody's fool |
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That's an old saying that I just made up |
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Singing songs is to make people smile |
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But I'm having trouble smiling myself |
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And now you ask me for a song to help you along |
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But I'm sittin' in a rock 'n' roll mood |
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I'd like to help you but I know it's no good |
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I'm like a fish that done dropped out of his school |
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That's another saying that I just made up |
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How about a man who can't see his own face |
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Look at himself in the act |
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Fortune teller is trying to tell about |
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What she's doing the farm and that ain't all |
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Now won't you think of a man with a watch in his hand |
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Who's dying in to himself, duh |
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Now how about the singer whose sittin' here singing |
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That he's sittin on the rock 'n' roll mood |
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He'd like to help you but he knows |
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At least, he thinks he's no good |
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Sittin' on the rock 'n' roll mood |
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Here's an old saying, I think I'll go home |
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Now you ask me for a song to |
