Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
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You're gonna go far, fly high,
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You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you.
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Well, I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
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The band is just fantastic of the town you are the talk,
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but who the hell's this guy they call Bob Cock?"
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And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
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We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
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We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out.
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You gotta get an album out,
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You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count.
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Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
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It's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster
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if we all pull together as a team.
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And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
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We call it Riding the
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Gravy Train.
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Have A Cigar
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