Do it, do it, do it, do itDon’t wanna be your slaveTwenty four hours a dayHey, why don’t you go down to the supermarketGet something to eat, steal something of the shelvesPass by the liquor storeBe back about quarter to twelveDon’t want to be your slaveBaby go, baby go, baby goDo it yeah
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