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Five O Clock Heroes The Who

can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to) Who d'you think you're talking to Who d'you think you're talking to Who d'you think you'

stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to) Who d'you think you're talking to Who d'you think you're talking to Who d'you think you're talking

I?m sitting here watching his heart beating He?s ten feet tall, all five feet four of him Come six o?clock working out his foul shot Who we fooling,

whole great global war When five o'clock in the afternoon is heaven and endless When five o'clock in the afternoon is heaven and endless When five o'clock

nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn

with who you mingle In a city where it pays to be bilingual, cho so griefo No may a porta u culo (si) via ah Diablo, I'm Five-O Leave enemies dead on

nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn

rustlers and home on the range Turn on the T.V., shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven

nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn