Social Disease Elton John T By Baddad 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 nightime 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 dinnertime 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 palm 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 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinnertime and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I'm a genuine example,,, of a social disease 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 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 hart of gold I'm a genuine example ,,, a social disease of
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