Oh Mr DC

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Time so rough, and time so tough, time so rough.

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Coming from the country with my bag of collie,
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I walk up on a DC, him want fe hold me.
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Don't you run now youthman, you won't get away.
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If you slip you will die, and if you run you can't hide.
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For I've got my clip, stuck right in my hip, now.

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Whoa-oa-oa DC, don't you take my ishen!
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Whoa-oa-oa DC, don't you touch my collie!
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Whoa-oa-oa DC.

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Now, for the time is so rough, I gotta hustle, yea..

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I got the great sensimilla, and the good lambsbread, ya.