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At night he becomes a bartender He works at Mister Cacciatore's down On Sullivan Street Across from the medical center He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac (ack, ack, ack, ack, ack) You oughta know by now And if he can't drive With a broken back At least he can polish the fenders It seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama if that's movin' up Then I'm movin' out I'm movin' out | |||
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