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| The following is a true story |
| Only the names have been changed |
| To protect the guilty - |
| Well I left my job in my home town |
| And I headed for the smoke |
| Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand |
| Gonna get to the top |
| Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing |
| So if you've got the money, we've got the sound |
| You put it up and we'll put it down |
| If you got the dollar, we got the song |
| Just wanna boogie woogie all night long |
| Yeh boogie |
| I got holes in my shoes |
| I got holes in my teeth |
| I got holes in my socks |
| I can't get no sleep |
| I'm trying to make a million |
| And I got patches on the patches |
| On my old blue jeans |
| Well they used to be blue |
| When they used to be new |
| When they used to be clean |
| But I've got a Momma whose a hummer |
| Whose keeping me alive |
| While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys |
| She's working 9 to 5 |
| She knows her place that woman |
| Just you wait - |
| One of these days see me driving round town |
| In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down |
| My bottle of booze |
| No summer time blues |
| Shouting out, "Look at me" |
| In my rock 'n' roll voice |
| Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire |
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| "Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour?" |
| "Oh yea... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport" |