Elton John

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My bulldog is barking in the backyard
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Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
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And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
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Disturbance going to crucify my days

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And the days they get longer and longer
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And the nightime is a time of little use
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For I just get ugly and older
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I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

Chorus:
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And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
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I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
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I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
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I'm a genuine example, of a social disease

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well, that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well, I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus:
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well, I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus:
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a heart of gold
I'm a genuine example of a social disease

I'm a genuine example of a social disease