Hello to you, my sweet young friends
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Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
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I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
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My shirt's turn my time's near done
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Touching the untouchables but they don't know
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Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
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You turn away, what can I say?
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Spend my nights in the telephone booth
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I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
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There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
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I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
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Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls,
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And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
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Down at the wall...That's where I'll be...
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Oh...
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Park bench and cigarettes
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Can you help me get off this fence?
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Can't you see, I'm just an old man
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Tryin' hard, do what I can
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Touching the untouchables but they don't know
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Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
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You turn away, what can I say?
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You'll never, never know
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You'll never know
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Touching The Untouchables
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Men At Work |