he's in love with rock'n'roll
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he's in love with gettin' stoned
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he's in love with janie jones
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but he don't like his boring job
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an' he knows what he's got to do
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so he knows he's gonna have fun with you
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you lucky lady
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an' he knows when the evening comes
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when his job is done
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he'll be over in his car for you
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an' in the in-tray lots of work
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but the boss at the firm
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always thinks he shirks
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but he's just like everyone
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he's got a ford cortina
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that just won't run without fuel
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fill her up, jacko
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an' the invoice it don't quite fit
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there's no payola in his alphabetical file
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this time he's gonna really tell the boss
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gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
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it's pretty bad
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let them know - how you feel
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Janie Jones
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