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I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay

Ain't it sad

And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me

That's too bad

In my dreams I have a plan

If I got me a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball

 

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world

Money, money, money

Always sunny

In the rich man's world

Aha-ahaaa

All the things I could do

If I had a little money

It's a rich man's world

 

A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind

Ain't it sad

And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me

That's too bad

So I must leave, I'll have to go

To Las Vegas or Monaco

And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same

 

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world

Money, money, money

Always sunny

In the rich man's world

Aha-ahaaa

All the things I could do

If I had a little money

It's a rich man's world

 

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world

Money, money, money

Always sunny

In the rich man's world

Aha-ahaaa

All the things I could do

If I had a little money

It's a rich man's world

 

It's a rich man's world

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This song is really a traditional spiritual and almost certainly has roots in Afro-American music from the nineteenth century. It may, in fact, have origins with the slaves in the southern United States, who were said to have sung early versions of it at funerals of fellow slaves. When the tradition of jazz bands marching in funeral processions through New Orleans' streets began, the melody to "When the Saints Go Marching In" was frequently played and grew in popularity. That tune is one of the more famous in traditional American spirituals. It is jazzy and full of energy and even when sung unaccompanied brims with rhythmic verve, the beat seeming to leap from the springy music and find life in the clapping of hands and stomping of feet. The main theme's first two phrases are sung with a staccato-like delivery, but the tune turns more legato in its latter half. It has an almost march-like gait in its utterly joyous manner, and most listeners will be surprised at its connection to funerals. Like the traditional spiritual "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands,"

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Knees up Mother Brown

Knees up Mother Brown

Down a division we must go

Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh

If I catch you bending

I'll saw your legs right off

Knees up, knees up

Never get the breeze up

Knees up Mother Brown

 

Oh my, what a rotten side

What a rotten side

What a rotten side

Oh my, what a rotten side

And what a rotten manager

Too-oo-ooh

 

 

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And now the end is near

and saints must face the final curtain

we played the duchy way

and relegation is most certain

we cheered we laughed we cried

and gave our all for every saturday

but more. Much more than this

we did it lowe's way

 

Regrets, we've had a few

But then again, too many to mention

We played 'total' football and saw it through without any home wins

He planned each charted course, each careful step along to admin,

And more, much more than this, We did it Rupes way

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Yes there were times, when the Saints fans knew,

Rupert had bitten off more than he could chew,

But through it all when there was doubt,

When the Saints fans got annoyed and walked out,

He faced it all and looked a fool,

He did it his way.

 

We've loved, We've laughed and cried.

We've had our fill; our share of losing.

And now, as tears subside,

League One looks so amusing.

 

To think Rupes did all that;

And may I say - not in a shy way,

No, oh no not him,

He did it his way.

 

For what is this man, what has he got?

The Club in admin - his shares worth naught.

To say the things we truly feel,

His attutude makes us all ill,

The record shows Saints took the blows -

And he screwed us his way.

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This song is really a traditional spiritual and almost certainly has roots in Afro-American music from the nineteenth century. It may, in fact, have origins with the slaves in the southern United States, who were said to have sung early versions of it at funerals of fellow slaves. When the tradition of jazz bands marching in funeral processions through New Orleans' streets began, the melody to "When the Saints Go Marching In" was frequently played and grew in popularity. That tune is one of the more famous in traditional American spirituals. It is jazzy and full of energy and even when sung unaccompanied brims with rhythmic verve, the beat seeming to leap from the springy music and find life in the clapping of hands and stomping of feet. The main theme's first two phrases are sung with a staccato-like delivery, but the tune turns more legato in its latter half. It has an almost march-like gait in its utterly joyous manner, and most listeners will be surprised at its connection to funerals. Like the traditional spiritual "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands,"

 

What tune does this go to?

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And now the end is near

and saints must face the final curtain

we played the duchy way

and relegation is most certain

we cheered we laughed we cried

and gave our all for every saturday

but more. Much more than this

we did it lowe's way

 

 

That is funny

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