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Speed the plow my good old Charlie Better hide their greed, or you’ll cross that street You’ve got the script, yes you’ve got the pitch It’s a front-row ticket to step out of the rear The stakes are high for the whole nine yards But you hold the plug, yes you’ve got the thug Cunning as a fox, oh Charlie Fox You’re not a wheel in this deal You found the star, you can cut your cigar Cunning as a fox Speed the plow my good old Charlie Better watch your tail, the snake is frail Just yesterday you were the golden boys Now the man has doubts, he wants you out Something’s wrong, the winds are strong You’ll hit the ditch if you can’t find the witch, Cunning as a fox, Charlie Fox Wake up Gould! You’re not a fool! There’s a woman in the hall and she wants our cool Cunning as a fox Speed the plow my good old Charlie If you’re so clever the game ain’t over Letras de cancionesTo break her spell, to bring back hell Got to hang him by the feet, look him in the eyes Cross that line, he’ll lose his mind The rules of the business won’t give him no blessing Cunning as a fox, yeah Charlie Fox He’s been looking for a place, some sort of grace But all he sees is profit in the trees Cunning as a fox Speed the plow my good old Charlie If there is grace, you’ve never seen the trace Never tried to be a better man Just did your work and left no mark From Letras Mania