Well, One-Arm Steve, yeah he threw me out the door
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Said come back sometime when your picture's on the wall
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Hey now, you got to get on out, got no time to field your problems
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God damn, the repo man, been knocking on the door
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Said sonny won't you walk this line, and put your hands up on the car
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Well, he may not be a talker, but he always knows what's going on
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So Sister Ann, she sat my ass up on the table
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Said sit still son, 'cause this won't hurt a bit
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Hey, now she's got a wonder drug for this deaf, dumb, and blind man
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Took me to the hospital, some nurse rolled up my sleeve
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Hey Annie, break my walking stick, and work a miracle on me
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She may not be the doctor, but she always knows what's going on
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Well Say Hey Willy Mays, what's in your suitcase full of wonders
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Big city doctor fix me up and make me right
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He said poppin' the devil's pills, will take you straight to hell, boy
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God damn, the reaper man, he just walked through the door
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He said sonny won't you step outside and we can settle on your soul
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Willie Mays is not a toker, but he always knows what's going on
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Yeah, he may not be a toker, but he always knows what's going on
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One Arm Steve
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