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Got my money in my pocket;
Got my car keys in my hand;
Got my copy of Das Kapital;
Gonna go down the library.
Got my amps up on full;
Got my guitar on my hips;
Got my kettle on the boil;
Gonna make a nice hot cuppa.
Got my band, we're really hot;
Got my girl and my car;
Got to get some wood varnish;
Gonna sand down my dining room furniture.
Got my needle and my syringe;
Got my freedom from the world;
Got to kill my mum and dad;
Then I want to get into real estate.
Music's my ticket to freedom;
Rock's my passport outa here;
But I prefer to wear shirt and collar
And get fat drinking beer.