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Lyrics:
I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check
You're so helpless Your girlfriends think you're a saint I'll give you a quarter I'll keep my judgements to myself
And I get caught up in the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings And do the things that you should O the has-beens Never had it so good
Stormy weather The kids are making a racket In the wilderness The wild lives are so mild
And I get caught up in the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone
And I get caught up in the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't want to beg It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone
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