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Fat lot of good it's done you |
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Tryin' to play the fool |
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When we know full well |
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You know your ass from your apercu |
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This club has standards, many |
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Try to come up short |
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That touch of thickness that makes a |
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Proper mesomorph, proper mesomorph |
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Five-foot-one, |
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Eyes as cold as stone, |
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Topped off by that hard blackened helmet, |
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And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, |
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(No way that thing came with that body) |
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(instrumental breakdown) |
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We, believe, believe |
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If, we, believe |
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Strike up the band, it's official, |
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You've got my back |
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Next thing I know, I got me |
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A chronic pain in the sacroliliac |
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Think it's funny? laugh |
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Want your money back? |
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Count it out, then, |
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One-two-three-four-five-foot-one, |
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Eyes as cold as stone, |
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Topped off by that fierce viking helmet |
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And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, |
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(No way that thing came with that body) |
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And Roxy Music came to save the world, |
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And all I got was this lousy T-shirt , |
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And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, |
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(No way that thing came with that body) |
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(Instrumental fadeout) |
