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I know sometimes I’m not the man you married
I’m like some lame lead singer in a tribute band
And just as I snatch victory from the jaws of my defeat
You pull the carpet out from underneath my feet
Well I never forget that I’m someone's Daddy
But I guess must be careless with my time
Cos just when I think that I’ve got my weekend plans
complete
You pull the carpet out from underneath my feet
I ain't never been no follower of fashion
But just like you I’ve got my sense of style
So why is it whenever we’re together on the street
You pull the carpet out from underneath my feet?
It’s not like you don’t love me anymore
You just like to send me sprawling on the floor
Just like Caesar had a slave to keep him mortal
I guess I’ve got you to cut me down in size.
Cos there’s just no one else who can knock me off
my feet
Or pick me up when I’m feeling down
WORDS AND MUSIC: Billy Bragg 2002
Billy: vocal, acoustic guitar
Martyn: drums, triangle, bongos, tamborine, shaker
Lu: Gretsch
Ben: mandolin, lap steel guitar
Mac: Hammond B3
Simon: bass
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