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Well now this just can’t be right making one drink last all night, What can a
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poor fellow to do but watch the world passing by?
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Dressed to the nines in all that sparkles and shines, They’re spending
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half my week’s wages in the blink of an eye.
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But, you can’t take it with you when you go!
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No you can't take it with you when you go
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Give Me half the chance, I’ll get up there and dance,
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‘Cuz you can’t take it with you when you go.

They’ve got more money than sense, they tell me, “Damn the expense, And keep a
card up your sleeve and get your cash from the wall,
‘Cuz time’s marching on, You’ll find your time’s overdrawn, And you’ll be
brought to account my friend in no time at all.
And you can’t take it with you when you go!
But you can’t take it with you when you go
Because the last shirt you wear has no pockets to spare.
And you can’t take it with you when you go.

Some people live wall to wall with stuff that’s no use at all, like China cups
they don’t drink from and the flashiest of clothes,
Fine art of the best, like plaster ducks flying west, And Blackpool
Tower in a bottle that you shake and it snows,
But you can’t take it with you when you go!
Grab what you can, before it all hits the fan,
And you can’t take it with you when you go.

If I had the brass, I’d give you all you could ask for, But it all
seems to go before the spending can start.
Be-hind closed doors, you know what’s mine can be yours And though I’ve
not much to give you, love, it comes form the heart,
But you can’t take it with you when you go
But you can’t take it with you when you go
It’s one piece of the pie that no money can buy,
And you can’t take it with you when you go.

A fine folksinger once died on stage, last name Olney, first name Dave
left arm went numb, St Peter called but he fought to stay alive
he said sorry folks I've got to go, hope that you enjoyed the show
I'm hangin on to my guitar, just in case I'm revived
But you can’t take it with you when you go!
No you can’t take it with you when you go
No more noisy bars, now Dave's playin with the stars
And you can’t take it with you when you go.