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Tadpoles keep screaming in my ear |
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"Hey there, Rotter's Club |
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Explain the meaning of this song and share it" |
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There's no way of understanding what's been going on |
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I lost track yesterday |
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Now I found out that it's generosity that turns me on |
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So let's keep it that way |
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Help yourself to me, I'll help myself to you |
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And all your friends, we can spread it around |
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So if you can spare it then come on and share it |
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Let's get on with it 'cause we're wasting our time |
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Please do not take it seriously really, what a joke |
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The only thing that matters is to share it |
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Crass displays of acute embarrassment would |
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Make you cringe, spend your money elsewhere |
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I won't trouble you with all that cheap philosophy |
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It's better still to watch that on T.V. |
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Most especially, adverts of some slinky hairspray |
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When the plastic actresses take off their clothes |
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Just to demonstrate all their curves and cleavages |
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And subtleties quite forgetting their hair |
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Please do not take it seriously really, what a joke |
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The only thing to do is grin and bear it |
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Mirthless merriment, sickly sentiments, so commonplace |
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It would bore you to tears |
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Give me non stop laughter, dispel disaster |
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Or the Rotter's Club might well lop off your ears |
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Laughing and drinking, dancing, grooving, stoned again |
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Falling over singing, hoping that you'll share it |
