I've go every disease known to man
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From the African mumps to the dishpan hands
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I lost every race I ever ran
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I never even got a start
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But there's one thing I do know I'll tell you right now
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There's too many wrinkles in this young man's brow
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And I'm getting kind of tired, tired of pulling that plow
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Oh what am I gonna do?
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So you think you got troubles
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The more you cry the worse it gets
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So you think you got troubles
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Well brother you ain't heard nothin' yet
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You know my rusty old car sounds like a tin can
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My wife ran off with another man
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And I strained a muscle in my crap shootin' hand
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And my income tax is due
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Well I lost all my money in a neighborhood game
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My brother's after me to change my name
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And to top it all off, I think I'm going lame
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Oh, what am I gonna do
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[Chorus]
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My Doctor tells me not to smoke
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He says Harry, drink nothing stronger than a coke
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You know I'm not even supposed to listen to a racial joke
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For I'd laugh and strain my heart
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But there's one thing I do know I'll tell you right now
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There's too many wrinkles in this young man's brow
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And I'm gettin' kind of tired, tired of pullin' that plow
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Oh what am I gonna do?
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[Chorus]
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So You Think You've Got Troubles
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| Harry Nilsson |
