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I'm a writer, I'm a poet Out of spiter and I know it I don't need to hear your guitar I'll write my review from the bar, should go far I'm a critic with position Paralytic, you musician I'm weary of punk and new wave I invented them both anyway, sad to say Up town, hanging around Street bar, town to town I'm a ligger with a trigger Up, down, 'round and 'round Feet don't touch the ground I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound I'm a wino midnight worker With a biro, I'm a lurker I'll get you a deal in the chart Or stop you before you can start, that's my art Up town, hanging around Street bar, town to town I'm a ligger with a trigger Up, down, 'round and 'round Feet don't touch the ground I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound I'm a prier and a trier And I'm a liar on the wire Just leave me your dressing room key You did say that booze was for me, better be Up town, hanging around Street bar, town to town I'm a ligger with a trigger Up, down, 'round and 'round Feet don't touch the ground I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound
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