Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
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When I¡¯m 84,
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When I¡¯ve been working all my life,
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And I¡¯m still bloody poor?
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Dust in my lungs, a broken back,
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Still can¡¯t retire it hurts,
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I¡¯m all for workers¡¯ rights and that,
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As long as I don¡¯t have to work,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one¡¯s for you,
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¡°Don¡¯t send me on another New Deal course,
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I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss¡±
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Maybe I¡¯ll never shoot a rabbit,
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Perhaps I¡¯ll never drink champagne,
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But that¡¯s alright with me,
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I prefer cider anyway,
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I¡¯m happy doing nothing,
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They tell me it¡¯s all a waste,
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But I ain¡¯t never seen no 3 piece suit,
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With a smile on his face,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one¡¯s for you,
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¡°I searched all the newspapers and made my CV,
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I swear there just ain¡¯t nothing out there¡±
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A 9 to 5, 5 days a week,
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Is bottom of my list,
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I just couldn¡¯t live with myself,
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Knowing there was something that I missed,
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So don¡¯t go telling me ¡°Take it seriously¡±,
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Believe me I do,
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But life¡¯s for living, not for working,
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And I got better things to do,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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The Schemers, The Scroungers & The Rats
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| The King Blues |
