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Gilbert O'Sullivan – Stick In The Mud lyrics
Roll out the barrel bring in the beer
Hell bent for leather rousing good cheer
Don't let your best friend down
He wouldn't like it to be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
Right up this ladder write down this note
Dear sir or madam pardon my quote
And while we're about it please
Let's have no more of this carry-on
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
And anytime I see your face
I'm reminded of a meal I once had
Boy it was really good to look at
But it sure tasted bad
Don't be a stuck in the mud
Hang out your window sit on your floor
Don't let it get up not like before
When it sat down on you
Who would have thought it could be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
And anytime I see your face
I'm reminded of a meal I once had
Boy it was really good to look at
But it sure tasted bad
Don't be a stuck in the mud
Roll out the barrel bring in the beer
Hell bent for leather rousing good cheer
Don't let your best friend down
He wouldn't like it to be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
Hell bent for leather rousing good cheer
Don't let your best friend down
He wouldn't like it to be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
Right up this ladder write down this note
Dear sir or madam pardon my quote
And while we're about it please
Let's have no more of this carry-on
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
And anytime I see your face
I'm reminded of a meal I once had
Boy it was really good to look at
But it sure tasted bad
Don't be a stuck in the mud
Hang out your window sit on your floor
Don't let it get up not like before
When it sat down on you
Who would have thought it could be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
And anytime I see your face
I'm reminded of a meal I once had
Boy it was really good to look at
But it sure tasted bad
Don't be a stuck in the mud
Roll out the barrel bring in the beer
Hell bent for leather rousing good cheer
Don't let your best friend down
He wouldn't like it to be done
Don't be a stick in the mud
Be a little cleaner one
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