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do you want my job |
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Cool
breezes from the mountains blow |
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As
I wake up and dress to go |
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On
the island, dawn is breaking |
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In
the harbor, tanker's waiting |
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From
the land of the rising sun |
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They
bring their old plutonium |
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And
we unload it in the bay |
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For
two dollars forty cents a day |
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CHORUS: |
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Do
you want my |
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Do
you want my |
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Do
you want my |
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Do
you want my job |
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I
hump the stuff, I take the cash |
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So
my kids can wear Adidas |
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And
if you live here, home, you know |
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We
ain't got no place else to go |
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I
remember when the air was sweet |
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And
I brought home the fish to eat |
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Now
we buy Spam from the grocery store |
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'Cause
you can't eat the fish no more |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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