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Pat is the guy with a record shopand John sells fruit but wants to be a copand Paul deals speed in a celtic topbut I
'm just a drunk in a bandJoe does tele-sales and martial artsand Jim pushes patients 'round the public parksand Nancy makes
sculptures out of Hoover partsbut I'm just a drunk in a bandDanny puts the cones on the motorwayand Donna dances tables in
her lingereand Jerry, Dave, and Billy, man, they're putting on a playbut I'm just a drunk in a bandPat is the guy with a r
ecord shopand John sells fruit but wants to be a copand Paul deals speed in a celtic topbut I'm just a drunk in a bandI co
uld be a soldier, I could drive a vanGuide rivers of paint into little red cansWalk rich folks dogs bring 747s in to landI'm
just a drunk in a band