(Rafferty/Egan)
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We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool, dreaming ’bout the day I’d leave,
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I couldn’t wait to get out, I couldn’t wait to lay it out, all of those bad memories.
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Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention to all those educated fools.
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Got to do it my way, forgettin’ what they all say, makin’ up my own kind of rules.
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Yeah...
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Working behind the desk at the local NEB, worrying about my shirt and tie,
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Yeah, you had to be clean, and you had to make its scene,
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So’s the public wouldn’t blink an eye.
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In walks the boss, still carrying his cross, saying “You’d better get it right or else.”
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Yeah, I had enough of it ? me, I’d rather rough it, I’m just gonna please myself.
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Yeah...
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You’ve been walking on a fine line, don’t mess around with your mind,
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You know they played it mean and cruel,
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You got to do it your way, forgettin’ what they all say, makin’ up your own kind of rules.
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Got to do it your way, forgettin’ what they all say, makin’ up your own kind of rules,
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Makin’ up your own kind of rules.
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Yeah...
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Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
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Bass: Dave Wintour
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Sax: Chris Mercer
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Harp: Chris Neill
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Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
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Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
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Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine
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Go as You Please
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