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Oh, you silly old man |
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You silly old man |
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You're making a fool of yourself |
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So get off the stage |
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You silly old man |
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In your misguided trousers |
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With your mascara and your Fender guitar |
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And you think you can arouse us? |
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But the song that you just sang |
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It sounds exactly like the last one |
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And the next one |
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I bet you it will sound |
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Like this one |
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Downstage, and offstage |
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Don't you feel all run in? |
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And do you wonder when they will take it away? |
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This is your final fling |
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But then applause ran high |
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But for the patience of the ones behind you |
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As a verse drags on like a month drags on |
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It's very short, but it seems very long |
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And the song that you just sang |
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It sounds exactly like the last one |
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And the next one |
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I bet you it will sound |
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Like this one |
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So, get off the stage |
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Oh, get off the stage |
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And when we get down off of the stage |
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Please stay off the stage - ALL DAY! |
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Get off the stage |
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Oh, get off the stage |
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And when we've had our money back |
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Then I'd like your back in plaster |
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Oh, I know that you say |
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How age has no meaning |
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Oh, but here is your audience now |
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And they're screaming: |
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"Get off the stage" |
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Oh, get off the stage |
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Because I've given you enough of my time |
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And the money that wasn't even mine |
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Have you seen yourself recently? |
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Oh, get off the stage |
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Oh, get off the stage |
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For whom, oh... |
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For whom, oh... |
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For whom, oh... |
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For whom, oh... |
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Get off the stage |
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Get off the stage |
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Get off the stage |
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For whom the bell tolls |
