You chase in the rat-race
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and you always feel so hollow,
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You marry because it's expected of you,
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And it only makes you feel more lonely,
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But still you look down on the
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Teenage dad on his estate
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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With his baby, and his modest home,
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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With his Jensen Interceptor
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It's just a runaround
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You defer to the views of the television news
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Let someone do your thinking for you
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And you still buy a daily newspaper
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And you find everything there - but the news
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And still you look down on the
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Teenage dad on his estate
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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With his baby and his modest home
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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With his Jensen Interceptor
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It's just a runaround
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You become your parents parents
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And you love them
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But you cant help feeling used
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And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
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Because hes poor ... but hes happier ... than you
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Theyre all laughing at you
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You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
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Nobody cares about you
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Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
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Despising the grin on the face of the boy
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With the methadone ahh
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With his methadone
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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With his methadone ahh
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He's happy - so leave him alone!
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Teenage dad on his estate
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| Morrissey |
