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My, my, I'm sick as I could be |
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Some people call me a junker |
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'Cause I'm loaded all the time |
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I just feel happy |
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And I feel good all the time |
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Some people say I use a needle |
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And some say I sniff cocaine |
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But that's the best old feelin' in the world |
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That I'd ever seen |
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Say good-bye, good-bye to whiskey |
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Lord and so long to gin |
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I just want my reefer |
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I just wanna feel high, again |
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Oh yeah, I'm a junker |
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I feel alright |
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Some people, some people crave for chicken |
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And some crave for porterhouse steak |
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But when I get loaded |
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Lord, I won't want my milk and cake |
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Oh yeah, that's all I want, now |
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They call me a junker |
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'Cause I'm loaded all the time |
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But that mean nothin' if I feel good all the time |
