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<lyrics>
 
<lyrics>
SHUT UP!!!
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Shut up!
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It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974
 
It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974
 
Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist
 
Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist
there's no way you ain't poor
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There's no way you ain't poor
 
Work the mine, work the factory line
 
Work the mine, work the factory line
 
Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse
 
Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse
Number One ain't gettin' it done
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Number one ain't gettin' it done
And Number Two always got to lose
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And number two always got to lose
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Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
 
Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
 
Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
 
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
 
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
 
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
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Now I'll tell you something
 
Now I'll tell you something
 
It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun
 
It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun
 
And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some
 
And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some
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They got no chins and they always win
 
They got no chins and they always win
 
Piece of glass hides the class from the mass
 
Piece of glass hides the class from the mass
Uni-own Jack is starting to crack
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Uni-own jack is starting to crack
 
The greed breed's killin' off the grass
 
The greed breed's killin' off the grass
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Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up
 
Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up
 
Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!
 
Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!
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Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
 
Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
 
Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
 
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
 
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
 
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
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Thought you said, you'd make us into a star
 
Thought you said, you'd make us into a star
 
You just jive, you connived with our lives
 
You just jive, you connived with our lives
 
You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case
 
You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case
Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'?
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Hi number ten, how's things goin'?
 
Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'
 
Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'
 
Big white chief, false teeth showin'
 
Big white chief, false teeth showin'
I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin'
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I'm sittin' here growin', I'm sittin' here knowin'
 
You're on the lamm, can't control it
 
You're on the lamm, can't control it
 
You're just a sham, you mink stole it
 
You're just a sham, you mink stole it
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Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
Money funny honey, cook book looker
 
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==Credits==
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[[Ian Hunter]]
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Latest revision as of 19:24, April 15, 2018

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Pearl 'n' Roy (England)

This song is by Mott the Hoople and appears on the album The Hoople (1974).

Shut up!

It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974
Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist
There's no way you ain't poor
Work the mine, work the factory line
Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse
Number one ain't gettin' it done
And number two always got to lose

Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
Money funny honey, cook book looker
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

Now I'll tell you something
It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun
And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some

They got no chins and they always win
Piece of glass hides the class from the mass
Uni-own jack is starting to crack
The greed breed's killin' off the grass

Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up
Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!

Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
Money funny honey, cook book looker
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

Thought you said, you'd make us into a star
You just jive, you connived with our lives
You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case

Hi number ten, how's things goin'?
Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'
Big white chief, false teeth showin'
I'm sittin' here growin', I'm sittin' here knowin'
You're on the lamm, can't control it
You're just a sham, you mink stole it
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker
Money funny honey, cook book looker

CreditsEdit

Ian Hunter

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