They say that people are livin' in the street
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No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet
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Six black children livin' in a burned-up room
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One bare light bulb swinging
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Little black kid come home from school
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Put his key in the door
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Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his
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own vomit on the floor
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You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy
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That's what you got to do
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You got to roll with the punches
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Tap it baby
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There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV
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And they're making up all these boring stories
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About how bad things have come to be
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They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry"
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"You got to, got to, got to heal the sick"
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I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody
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'Cause they won't work a lick, you know
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They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
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Gonna have to roll with them
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They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
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It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown
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You won't get nowhere putting down
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The old Red, White and Blue
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Tap it baby. Alright. All right!
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Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and
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gentlemen
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You can see all the way to Argentina
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Get it
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So pretty
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Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France
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Let 'em go to Russia
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Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there
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We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue
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Now we gonna talk about the white
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That's what we're gonna do
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Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did
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We had to roll with 'em
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We had to roll with the punches
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Yes we did
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We had to roll with 'em
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I don't care what you say
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You're livin' in the greatest country in the world
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When you're livin' in the USA
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Tap it baby, alright
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All right
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Roll with the Punches
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| Randy Newman |
