it's been twenty five years the last week of november
had a twenty dollar bill the last week of december
i learned a thing or two these last twenty-five
i've got a couple more years to go
the girl said she loved him and why would she lie
she couldn't live without him and didn't want to try
and year or two later her story sure changed
i've got a couple more years to
go downtown with the lights
if money is the problem then i should be just fine
everyone agrees that time takes it toll on me
i wanna meet a man who's money isn't spent
the second that man's got a dollar in his hand
i met one or two in these last twenty-five
i've got a couple more years
i've got a couple more years
i've got a couple more years to go
oh me, oh my, look at me fly
shovin', spittin' camels down the needles' eyes
oh, i'm findin' funny faces in the news classifieds
and findin' out my friends are livin' like they can't die
comme ça, you win and you lose
putting tinsel tassels on your bad attitude
bury them down so you barely can breathe
livin' like a gypsy man, rollin' up your sleeves

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