Well I'm a song and dance man come on gather round me and clap your hands
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Bring your tips boys and put 'em in the ol' tin can
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Buy me a drink boys and I'll do a little bit of the old soft shoe
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Put a little somethin' in the kitty and I'll sing and dance for you
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I'll play a number and you can do the buck and wing
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Or sing any sad song that you wanna hear me sing
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Just name your pleasure then dig down in your jeans
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My body needs a beverage and my guitar needs some strings
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Cause I'm a song and dance man...
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Well I caught pneumonia from walkin' in a pourin' rain
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But I found heaven in a little room in New Orleans loved me till I got strong
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Then I caught me a freight right out of her heart and I wrote about it in a song
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Cause I'm a song and dance man...
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I'm a song and dance man...
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Song And Dance Man
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| Johnny Paycheck |
