Here's to all you all you lucky dogs, it's heads or tails.
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Here's to all you filthy rich, I wish you well.
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Here's to all the pretty women made for cash.
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And here's to dashing daddy's son he's such a flash.
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Well, I been lookin' and walkin' 'round the
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sunset square,
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Singin' an' talkin' with my friends down there,
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sittin' an' lis'nin' with a young man's ear,
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to all the rainbow dreams
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Here's to all the shitty jobs that I despise.
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Here's to two-bit guarantees and other lies.
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Here's to roads of burning tar and hot cement.
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Here's to money in my hand and where it went.
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Well, I got my fingers a-tapping on the hard,
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stone steps.
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I'm waiting for lightning and the rains to fall.
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Young lovers are loafin' with their sidewalk smiles
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And all their rainbow dreams.
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Amy Alice in the Summer
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With a sack lunch and a punch card.
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See my sister with a drag job.
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Man, she feels like she's a hundred years ago.
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Here's to people living lives that they regret.
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Work your fingers to the bone and sink in debt.
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Here's to all those shaky tricks that hustlers try.
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You know their easy money is oft' times hard.
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They flash a grin an' they wink their eye, well...
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I been livin' an' breathin' in the rat trap town.
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Tryna get over where the wall breaks down.
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Holdin' my head up with my thin tired arms
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and all my rainbow dreams
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Steve Forbert's Midsummer Night's Toast
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| Steve Forbert |
