Jukebox

he grew up in a red brick street in the shadow of a chimney
and he didn't stand a chance but he liked his job working in a record shop listening to music all day long.
and every night when he walked up the highroad whistling the latest top ten smash, someone would say: "hey wurlitzer, what's number four? ooh I like that a lot!"
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he's got ears like a transistor radio, you wanna know the words? he's a walking jukebox there ain't no song that he doesn't know the words to, doesn't know the tune to, yeah.
pinstripe came in the store one day and said: "i need someone with a charming voice."
he said: "yes sir can I help you with your selection?" and the pinstripe thought: "ooh that sounds very nice!"
so they gave him a job at the radio station playing the songs he was told to play, but he didn't last long he couldn't stand the bullshit, same old music every day.
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instrumental break
(repeat chorus)
he's laid down in a red brick room in the middle of a bed and he doesn't have a job, he just watches smoke sailing by the window, listening to music all day long.
(repeat chorus x3)