Stand Up For Yourself
so whats all the fuss about?
all the shouting and screaming
no more hard luck stories to tout
no more back stabbing scheming
just stand up to all and sundry
what do you think this is beggers week
it's just not like it used to be
so stand proud no room for the meek
you have to fight for what is yours
fight until the nasty bitter end
if you don't into your pride it bores
stand with pride your heart will mend
but it's a crying shame!
not to follow advice
for i am exactly the same
worse it's not my only vice.
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