Come down off your high horse,
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Who do you think you are,
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Just a clown in a one horse town,
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In a broke down second-hand car,
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Can you still get it up,
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Or are we pushing too hard,
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If you wanna get your hands on a beautiful girl,
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You gotta use a Mastercard.
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[1st Chorus:]
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There's no excuse for bullshit
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So don't try to feed me none,
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You better shake some action,
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Bring it on, bring it on,
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You don't like the way we speak,
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You don't like it when you lose,
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Shouldn't be sad, don't get mad,
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Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
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Get on your horse and ride,
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Where shall we go today,
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Let's go to a place I know,
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Where the speed freaks babble all day,
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Or are you gonna be mean,
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If you ever speak to a beautiful girl,
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She'll laugh you right out of your jeans.
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[2nd Chorus:]
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There's no reason we should listen,
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Why do you talk so much,
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You better bite your finger,
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Bring it up, bring it up,
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You don't like the way we fight,
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You don't have a fucking clue,
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You won't be great, but don't be late,
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Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
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[3rd Chorus:]
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There's nothing out here for you,
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Why did you wait so long,
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You better shake your moneymaker.
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Bring it on, bring it on,
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You don't like the way we laugh,
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At you and your retro shoes,
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Don't be a heel, or an imbecile,
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Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues,
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You ain't gonna be no hero,
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'Cos you ain't got nothin' to lose,
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So move it out and shut your mouth,
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Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
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Teach You How To Sing The Blues
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Motorhead |