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[Verse 1]
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Well, I ain't got much bread but it's alright
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I got the sun in the morning, got the moon at night
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Said, I ain't got much bugs in my bin, Sam
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Have another mother's ruin makes you feel alright
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Ah, who is it for, we shall overdraw


[Verse 2]
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Well, I don't talk like them but I don't care much
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I got a rich man's trumpet, poor man's crutch
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Maybe I like to live on Diner's Club and Dow-Jones
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But it's all one big community chest, and chance will break my bones
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Who so ever, what so ever it's for, we shall overdraw


[Interlude]
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Oh, there's notice on the door, we shall overdraw


[Verse 3]
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Well, I have to think of contracts in the morning
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Could I scratch their backs, should they kiss my ring
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Will they, will they jump me without warning
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Making noises like a banker seems the only way to sin
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Go out to your neighborhood greenback store
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We shall overdraw

Overdraw


[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
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Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you send some bread to me
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You know I've just been busted and I need some security
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Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you write this song for us
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In ture taste you've relented, there's no grizzle in my lush
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Well, Mr. Ridley's bought a Bentley, Mr. Oldham sold his Rolls
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Mrs. Winston's fixing guineas, Mr. Carter's digging holes
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We'd like to thank you people for listening to our song
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We hope you get to hear the rest of the lyric
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Before they drop a bomb