Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
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When I’m 84,
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When I’ve been working all my life,
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And I’m still bloody poor?
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Dust in my lungs, a broken back,
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Still can’t retire it hurts,
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I’m all for workers’ rights and that,
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As long as I don’t have to work,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for you,
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“Don’t send me on another New Deal course,
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I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss”
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Maybe I’ll never shoot a rabbit,
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Perhaps I’ll never drink champagne,
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But that’s alright with me,
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I prefer cider anyway,
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I’m happy doing nothing,
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They tell me it’s all a waste,
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But I ain’t never seen no 3 piece suit,
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With a smile on his face,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this one’s for you,
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“I searched all the newspapers and made my CV,
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I swear there just ain’t nothing out there”
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A 9 to 5, 5 days a week,
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Is bottom of my list,
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I just couldn’t live with myself,
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Knowing there was something that I missed,
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So don’t go telling me “Take it seriously”,
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Believe me I do,
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But life’s for living, not for working,
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And I got better things to do,
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So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
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To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
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To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
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The Schemers, The Scroungers & The Rats
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| The King Blues |
