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Rickety old man on a crooked bike
Riding down the road
Loosened his pants, gave a look
The poor man his name Jo
Always looking for a pot of gold
Picking up partially dead tickets
Can't scratch nor can he read
His prayers to win are second to none
Old Jo pedaling his dreams
Poverty struck
His scarred finger was expelled
Times were hard
One day Jo was stealing someones wish
Hand in the fountain
Officer Riley jumped onto
God damn that cop
Shot Jo's finger in two
