When I was just a kid way back in my hometown
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There was a crazy little man who once came around
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Syncopatin' Sandy was the stranger's name
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Playing marathon piano, that was Sandy's game.
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He played all day, he played all night
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After 48 hours he was still alright
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We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
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And we wondered how long he could keep it up.
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How long? how long?
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How long? how long?
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Well his eyes are rollin' and he can't even speak
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The spirit's willing but the flesh is weak
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How long? how long?
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How long? how long?
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People would come and the people would go
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And the people all agreed it wasn't much of a show
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They all Sandy must be weak in the head
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And if he didn't stop soon he would drop down dead.
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He played all day, he played all night
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After 96 hours he was still alright
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We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
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And we wondered how long he could keep it up.
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How long? how long?
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How long? how long?
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Well his eyes are rollin' and he can't even speak
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The spirit's willing but the flesh is weak
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How long? how long?
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How long? how long?
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[fade]
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How long? how long?
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Syncopatin' Sandy
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| Gerry Rafferty |
