One, two, three, four
Alright, Orlando, this is the end
This is called Nickel, whoo
Well, hey, you're okay
You're not doing so bad
And your hair's not grey
You are only twenty years old
Don't kill your soul
For your father's gold, c'mon
La-la-la-la-la
I hear it all the time
La-la-la-la
I hear it all the time
La-la-la-la-la
Nickels and dimes
La-la-la
Nickels and dimes
Boy, you're wasting your time
But wait, what about yesterday?
I was only five
And had so much to say
Was I just told a lie
My entire life?
Thinking I'd be great
La-la-la-la-la
I hear it all the time
La-la-la-la
I hear it all the time
La-la-la-la-la
Nickels and dimes
La-la-la
Nickels and dimes
Boy, you're wasting your time
Alright, Orlando, you know what to do
C'mon, I need your help
So I'll give it all up for a bottle of wine
Two feet tall, three inches wide
I'd rather be drunk or out of my mind
Than trade my soul for nickels and dimes
Give it all up for a bottle of wine
Two feet tall, three inches wide
I'd rather be drunk or out of my mind
Than trade my soul for nickels and dimes
Give it all up for a bottle of wine
About two feet tall, three inches wide
I'd rather be drunk or out of my mind
Than trade my soul for nickels and dimes
Give it all up for a bottle of wine
About two feet tall, three inches wide
I'd rather be drunk or out of my mind
Than trade my soul for nickels and dimes
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