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[Originally by Pink Floyd] Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you. Well, I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely. The band is just fantastic of the town you are the talk, but who the hell's this guy they call Bob Cock?" And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it Riding the Gravy Train. We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out, You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count. Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart? It's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team. And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it Riding the Gravy Train. Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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