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What Bothers Me Most Is That I Don't Bother You.

I Say, Lord, Do Right Be Me, I'm Tired Of Being Lonesome, On'ry, And Mean.

Take Your Tongue Out Of My Mouth, I'm Kissing You Good-bye.

Men Commit Murder And All Sorts Of Mayhem, In A Few Years They're Back On The Streets. Highway Robbery And White Collar Crime, And They Laugh At The System They Beat.

I Never Have Any Problem Getting Enthusiastic With A Good Song And A Good Band.