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Pat is the guy with a record shop and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop and Paul deals speed in a celtic top but I'm just a drunk in a band Joe does tele-sales and martial arts and Jim pushes patients 'round the public parks and Nancy makes sculptures out of Hoover parts but I'm just a drunk in a band Danny puts the cones on the motorway and Donna dances tables in her lingere and Jerry, Dave, and Billy, man, they're putting on a play but I'm just a drunk in a band Pat is the guy with a record shop and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop and Paul deals speed in a celtic top but I'm just a drunk in a band I could be a soldier, I could drive a van Guide rivers of paint into little red cans Walk rich folks dogs bring 747s in to land I'm just a drunk in a band