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38 lines
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AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN
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By Lucillus
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Dedicated to the boys of Anglesea
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(Sung to the tune of "Greenback Dollar")
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CHORUS
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And I don't give a damn about a-what you are thinkin',
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It doesn't matter to me.
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'Cause the only place where I feel at home
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Is with the boys of Anglesea, oh yeah,
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We are the boys of Anglesea.
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Some people say I'm a drunkard,
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Others say I'm no good,
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But I'm just a natural born fightin' man
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Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah,
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The only thing at which I'm good.
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When I first saw a Tuchuk
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I thought that he looked pretty tough
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But then we a-met them on the field
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We found they were not so rough, oh yeah,
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The SCA boys think that they're so tough.
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When I was a little baby,
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My momma said, "Hey, son!
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Travel where you will and grow to be a man,
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But make damn sure to have some fun", oh yeah,
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We're making sure to have some fun!
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We don't care who we fight for
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Just as long as we get to fight
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And if you pay us our weight in beer
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We'll think that maybe you're all right, oh yeah
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'Cause we'll be drinking here all night.
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