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I've got a job in the city
One, two, three, four
There's no god in the city
Uncle Noel's got cancer in his brain
Uncle Noel's got cancer in his lungs and his brain
I thought it would tear that man apart
Luckily, uncle Noel's got Jesus in his heart
I'm an Aquarius
One, two, three, four
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord), hey
There's no jobs in the city
Mike lost one-hundred and sixteen months
Allegedly all because of Benedictine monks
Bucky couldn't help him find a job
Luckily Mikey found himself at peace with God
I'm evangelical
One, two, three, four
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)