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A beard, a beard, a beard, a beard
A beard don't make you a man
No, it takes something else
Something I'll never have
And a beer, a beer, a beer, a beer
A beer makes you feel good
Like if you want you could
Kick anybody's ass
And a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife
A knife makes you feel strong
With a gun you're never wrong
Everybody try to stay calm
I think the safety's on
A car, a car, a car, a car
A car means you can go
Whenever you can go
With an FM radio
And guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars
Guitars Thin Lizzy rocks
So dust off your old stompbox
And we'll run it through a VOX
Amplifier
Because you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired
You're tired of feeling sad
You're disappointed, hurt and mad
And all the poetry you've written is bad
Because a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen
A pen don't mean you can write
You're no fucking John of Dyke
Even if you spell it right
Just like a hard-on, a hard-on, a hard-on, a hard-on
A hard-on, a hard-on don't mean you're in love
When the pushing comes to shove
Do you really want to be there?
