Oh, when people say that you are all washed up,
They tease about your hair style, how you get it done.
I know that you are nothing, if not a classic man.
I hope you do believe me, you can understand.

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The world rolls by when we're in stride,
The moon weighs heavy in the sky.
They want to see what you will do,
They are so jealous of you.
The day is yours, so do what you like.
Let's go and ride a motor bike
Through the town square.
Let's be prepared

For all the world to stop and stare.

There isn't a trick to making your life fun,
You have to grab the joy and put it in your home.
There is not an answer for living like this way,
Swallow up your pride, it's gonna be okay.

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All that you need is to make yourself at home,
No one's gonna question where you do belong.
All that you need is to try your best at all,
There is no askin', use the heart you own.

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