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When I was born, the doc he held me by my anklesSmacked my red behind.They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burritoThen marked the date and time.Hats off, to the ones that string the beads togetherAnd keep the ducks in line.Hats off to all the ones that stood before meAnd taught a fool to rhyme.At thirteen, I made myself a motion pictureOut of lumps of clay.At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four stringTaught myself to play.At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queenAt the hot tub zone.At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugsThat decayed her bones.Hats off to the ones that put it all togetherAnd keep their ducks in line.Hats off to all the ones that erred before meAnd taught me how to survive.