From: Jazz, 1978
Written by: John Deacon
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Keep your chin up
When you're feeling lonely
Don't let 'em get you down
Ain't no use in you sitting all alone
Hanging around
For someone to call
Oooh, they won't come knocking at all
Don’t run and hide
Even if it hurts you inside
So I said
Give as good as you get
If you can't beat them join them
You'd better do it 'cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat them join them
You're never gonna help yourself
Keep your big hands off of my money
Don't try and pull me down
You're taking me out to wine and dine me
Trying to wind me round and around
And bind me to your legal contract
Rumour has it that you can play it dirty
I tell you what I'll do about that
I'll play you at you own game
If you can't beat them join them
You'd better do it 'cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat them join them
You're never gonna help yourself
If you can't beat them join them
You'd better do it 'cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat them join them
You're never gonna help yourself
