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Oh the shoes that I wear, cost nine cents an hour,
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Which ain't Norwegian union scale, but hell you know I'm there,
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They retire when they're twenty, with a house on a fjord,
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And when they're out of money they just go and get some more,
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And if you think it though you'll find as I've found,
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There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.
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And if all the Chinese hit the brakes at one time,
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The whole goddamn planet, would stop on a dime,
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The one side would burn up, and the other side would freeze,
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So if you feel the need to pity someone you can pity me.
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And if you think it though you'll find as I've found,
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There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.
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And the moral of this story is perfectly clear,
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While one guy walks the other sits on daddy's lap and steers,
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The one cup's made of silver and the other's made of clay,
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The rich don't ever seem to know they're rich anyway,
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And if you think it though you'll find as I've found,
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There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.
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And if we all bred ponies or sailed boats across the sea,
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Imagine for a minute what a mess that would be,
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Cause who would drive the garbage trucks, and who would sing the blues,
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And how could guys like me afford, to buy a pair of shoes,
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And if you think it though you'll find as I've found,
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There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.
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And if you think it though you'll find as I've found,
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There just ain't enough pussy heaven to go round.
Written by Dan Reeder