and if the train a'goin'
all them is bound to stay
the vulture look a'prey
onto the things remainin'
a filthy dirty bottles
of cheap bavarius beer
now don't ya leave me here
is small a place a'frottles
i'm not a rich and clean boy
i feeds on beef and eggs
i feeds on eyes and legs
i feeds on boon and rob roy
my hair's a'not is golden
my eyes a'not is blue
you say i not wants you
i say i nam a burden
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