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Way up in the hierarchies |
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Mr Big picks up his horn |
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Floats a note down through the lowlands |
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And another star is born |
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Then he turns another billion |
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And he deals a little porn |
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You're all gonna be geniuses |
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You're all gonna be famous |
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We'll all get in the tv business |
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And move up to New York |
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Who can blame us |
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They tell me way up there they got a man pulls |
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Fifteen feet of chain out of his brain |
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Hula Hoop |
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So if you're bound to hit the big time |
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Then you better do it right |
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Go on and get yourself a patent |
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And a healthy appetite |
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For some overpaid attention |
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And a lot of neon light |
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They you too can be a Hula hoop |
