(Dennis DeYoung)
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What'cha going to do when the sun goes down tonight
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You'll hit the same old clubs, rap that same old trash
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That's right
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You've got them real silk shirts and them baggy pants
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Dago shoes in the colors that match
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But the girls are acting bored
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And you're feeling like you're going to lose
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You've got the G.Q. Blues
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You get up every morning and you go to work each day
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(you go to work, you go to work, you go to work)
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Been doing the same damn job for ten long years this May
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(you've got to work, you've got to work, you've got to work)
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You've been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
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Paradise is waiting across the sea
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But when your plane lands Montego turns to Monsoon
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You've got the Island Blues
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'Cause, nothing ever goes as planned
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It's a hell of a notion
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Even Pharaohs turn to sand
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Like a drop in the ocean
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You're so together and you act so civilized
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But every time that things go wrong you're still surprised
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You've done your duty, you've paid a fortune in dues
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Still got those Mother Nature's Blues
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I strut around the stage like a little king tonight
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They'll scream for every word and every note, that's right
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But when the show is over and I'm all alone
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Can't reach my baby on the telephone
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And everywhere I look Mr. Loneliness is in the news
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I've got the Big Star Blues
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Boy, nothing ever goes as planned
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It's a hell of a notion
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Even Pharaohs turn to sand
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Like a drop in the ocean
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I'm so together and I act so civilized
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But every time that things go wrong
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I'm still surprised
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I've done my duty and paid a fortune in dues
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Still got them Mother Nature's Blues
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Nothing Ever Goes As Planned
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| Styx |
