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ELTON JOHN lyrics : "Social Disease"

My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing

Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer

And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose


And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease


My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness

But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

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