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Well I'm out of work, out of hope I got mouths to feed and I'm stony broke The rum's all gone and I could sure use a smoke I can't help thinking how it used to be Everybody danced 'til a quarter to three Living on the wild side, getting our kicks How'd I ever end up in a place like this? Oh Get me out of here Somebody get me outta here Three blind bastards parked on a bench One said to the other hey who's your friend That's how it started way back when A shit-load of ways to communicate One hates love, another loves hate Now you're gonna tell me there's no end in sight Next thing you know we're getting ready to fight Oh Get me out of here Get me outta here I got to tell you that I'm feeling rough Been good to know you but I've had enough You say pull yourself together and get a grip You can stick it up your jacksie 'cos I'm jumping ship Oh Get me out of here From Letras Mania