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[Roy] Now, the hair on my head may be just a little thin,
But I'm not ready to die.
[Dick] And I seen more things than all of my friends,
And I seen it with one brown eye.
And we're hangin' in together,
Takin' what we can reach;
Singin' our songs and movin' along,
Side by each.
[Dick] Now, I sang a song about baloney,
And I'll eat steak till the day that I die.
[Roy] Well, Dick, I never wrote a song about baloney, boy,
But I did write Newfie Boy.
And we're hangin' in together,
Takin' what we can reach;
Singin' our songs, movin' along,
Side by each.
[Dick] Well, I always loved Joey Smallwood.
[Spoken:] [Roy] (Me, too, pard'.)
[Dick] I guess I always will;
[Roy] And I always loved the girl from Deer Lake,
[Spoken:] [Dick] (What was her name, Roy?)
[Spoken:] [Roy] (Ann Campbell.)
[Spoken:] [Dick] (Thought you'd never tell.)
But we're hangin' in together,
Takin' what we can reach;
Singin' our songs, movin' along,
Side by each.
Yeah, we're hangin' in together,
Takin' what we can reach;
Singin' our songs, movin' along,
Side by each.