I walk around town do you know what I see?
Millions of people want an autograph of me,
I tell them hold please,
There’s more than a sea,
An ocean of American,
Lined up to see me,
I wonder how I got here,
It wasn’t over night,
I had to strive,
Fought for what I want,
I supported myself,
I had no cripple,
I’m bad don’t you know?
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