I came from this here town called Patches Dawn
And in this town, my friend, there ain't nothin' goin' on
So I sang in a local group that tried to make the scene
When lo, behold, success got the better of me

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Hey Waldo, they tell me, stop losing your head
You have a short future so maintain your bread
You have a short future so don't lose your head

Made it to the top in just a few short weeks
And I was spendin' dough like a-fishin' in the creek
I lost my money and my friends, boy, I couldn't believe
My girlfriend up and left me like I was a disease

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Well I've got somethin' that I'd like to pass along
If you ever make it big you got to, got to, got to be strong
Don't forget how it happened down in Patches Dawn
So just maintain, then you can't go wrong

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