Come see the gentle man with the jackass on his back
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Parade him through the streets and then send him back
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He's the man of the estate, He's the man of land and title
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He's the man to make you chomp the bit,
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Make you wear the bridle
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I knew you liked your make-up like one
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but I never knew you had a thing for downs
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You got to know him in the carnival sense
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So don't say I'm the one putting you down
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Bragging in the drinking hole to every listening ear
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About 52 positions and a leather belt Goodyear
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He's the conquistador laying claim to all the lowlands
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Relate to all the primitives by laughing about the mountains
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You traded in your real man for trailer life and funnel cake
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Don't say the doctor never warned you about the side effects of what you take
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What kind of guy would turn a woman to child in distress
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Darlin' climb into his arms but don't expect a rest
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Carnival Sense
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The Gadjits |