When your down and blue
you got nothing to do
you want to get up and go
you wont let nobody know
you say you just need some space
that life isn't a race
You want to enjoy the view
while you sit and eat some stew
Maybe you'll make friends with a Jew
And talk about how you both grew
And tell some stories you both know
Maybe you'll both will put on a show
talking about two little boys
That weren't interested in toys
They had bigger plans you see
They wanted more then just money
They wanted to give out advice
To how to make something of your life
When you barely get enough money to buy some rice
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