(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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Too bad we were thrown downstairs;
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We never got a chance to sing.
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We were quite polite with one invite
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To keep us off the streeet.
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We mingled for a minute or two
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With the high class clientele.
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Then somebody said "who invited them,
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that crowd of refugees. Get out!"
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What an insult, to be shown the door
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Before we could shake a leg.
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I was most intrigued by the colored queen
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leaning on the kitchen door.
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Then I was ushered with my friends
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by the butler who was twelve feet tall.
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Well let me please explain
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'Cause we're not to blame
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We just don't have the right accent. No, no
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All we wanted to do was to socialize
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Oh, you know its a shame I was always getting the blame
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All we wanted to do was to socialize
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Oh, you know its a shame how we always get the blame
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Sweaty girls and damp motels
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is where I'm gonna stay.
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'Cause now I see what it's all about,
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I didn't at the old school tie.
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Don't worry, we had no fun waiting
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for the all night bus home.
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Too bad my regional tongue
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Gave us away again.
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Too Bad
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