Thank Heaven for the simple things
Room to dance, a girl to bring
Between the tunes, a glass of gin
and do-si-do, youve fallen in
Take whats her number by the hand
and say �This way to the promised land�
But you dont need your overcoat
Cause where youre headed you wont freeze
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A ninety-nine in chemistry
They say �A doctor you could be!�
You heal some sick, you make some friends
Among them is Mercedes Benz
Ah, love the life, you live it high
A scalpel slips, a patient dies
But you win your case and wait to hear
the judgement that the judge decrees
Oh look out!
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We live a life of deep regret
Where Heaven is no easy bet
The right and proper way to go
The wisest of use never know
But if youre here for my advice
Check your motives (Check em twice)
Cause should you sit with Satan
you would sell your soul for just a breeze
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