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[Verse 1]
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And if one day I should become a singer with a Spanish bum
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Who sings for women of great virtue
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I'd sing to them with a guitar I'd borrowed from a coffee bar
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Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you!
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My name would be Antonio and all my bridges I would burn
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And if I gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return
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I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility
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With some old Grandmother who might be decked out like a Christmas tree
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And though pink elephants I'd see, though I'd be drunk as I could be
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Still I would sing my song to me about the time they called me Jackie


[Chorus]
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If I could be for only an hour
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If I could be for an hour every day
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If I could be for just one little hour
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cute, cute, cute in a stupid ass way * *| * * * * |


[Verse 2]
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And if I joined the social whirl, became procurer of young girls
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Then I would have my own bordellos
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My record would be number one and I'd sell records by the ton
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All sung by many other fel-lows
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My name would then be Handsome Jack and I'd sell boats of opium
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Whisky that came from Twickenham,   authentic queers and phoney virgins
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I'd have a bank on every finger, a finger in every country
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And ev'ry country ruled by me I'd still know where I'd want to be
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Locked up inside my opium den surrounded by some Chinamen
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I'd sing the songs that I sang then about the time they called me Jackie


[Chorus]
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If I could be for only an hour
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If I could be for an hour every day
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If I could be for just one little hour
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cute, cute, cute in a stupid ass way * *| * * * * |


[Verse 3]
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Now tell me wouldn't it be nice that if one day in Paradise
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I sang for all the ladies up there
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And they would sing along with me, we'd be so happy, there to be
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'Cos down below is really no-where
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My name would then be Jupiter and I would know where I was going
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And I would become all knowing and my beard so long and flow-ing
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If I became deaf, dumb and blind because I pitied all mankind
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And broke my heart to make things right  I'd know that every single night
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When my angelic work was through the angels and the Devil too
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Would sing my childhood song to me about the time they called me Jackie


[Chorus]
D7          G
If I could be for only an hour
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If I could be for an hour every day
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If I could be for just one little hour
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cute, cute, cute in a stupid ass way * *| * * * * |