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Yang yang holds on to a giant phone, |
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Yang yangs soft voice goes on and on, |
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I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong? |
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Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone. |
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Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones, |
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Yang yang rips his women down to the bones. |
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I own you, I own you, so give us a song, |
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Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone. |
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Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck, |
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Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick. |
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I want you, I want you, |
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you're making me sick. |
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But yangyang, the cord's never long enough |
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to reach your mommys trick. |
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Yang yang yang yang yang, |
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Yang yang yang yang yang, |
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Yang yang, snap out, |
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Give up, cut out, |
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Tune up and join us, |
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Join the revolution, |
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Join the revolution. |
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No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution, |
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No brick will give you a lifetime consolation. |
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And whether you dig it or not, |
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We outnumber you in population. |
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And leave your private institution, |
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Get down to real communication, |
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Leave your scene of destruction |
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And join us in revolution. |
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Yang yang yang yang yang, |
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Yang yang yang yang yang, |
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Yang yang, wake up, |
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Give up, cut out, |
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Come out and join us, |
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Join the revolution, |
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Join the revolution. |