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Some might say that my funds are short

But everything belongs to me 'cos I am poor

Got my degree in sleeping on the floor

Wonder if you have a little hi-fi at home

Uh baby, it ain’t that good

All across the country to your neighborhood

Not the fame, it’s understood

On and on we gotta rock for food

Mom is sad 'cos the kids ain’t back

Weather man painted skies in black

Sit here at my van-burg throne land grows

Windscreen is a mirror to the driver’s soul

Uh baby, it ain’t that good

All across the country to your neighborhood

Not the fame, it’s understood

On and on we gotta rock for food

Uh baby, it ain’t that good

All across the country to your neighborhood

Bon voyage, les jeunes fait la route

All in all we gotta rock for food

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