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My baby's in the kitchen on a big red trombone |
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I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone. |
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Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow, |
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Meeting every |
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Tuesday in a club in |
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Soho. I'm just dreaming of |
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Rockafeller |
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Plaza. Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything, |
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Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing. |
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Everybody cries "Well, good for you Paul". |
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We never liked her very much at all |
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I'm just dreaming of |
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Rockafeller |
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Plaza. I'm just swinging on magic shoes |
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Got three wee chords, and |
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I just can't lose. |
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I'm just finding my own way there |
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So I lost my voice and |
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I grew my hair |
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Brother John's long gone, |
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Keeps his nose clean |
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He's sucking on a black and white |
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TV screen. |
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Says he got a girl and a paper (paid for?) memory, |
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Pictures on the wall and a dog named |
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Henry I'm just dreaming of |
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Rockafeller |
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Plaza. Ella's in the band but she's always solo, |
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Dressed in rags and covered in dayglo, |
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Banging on the drums like a big white throwback, |
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Screaming all the while at her husband poor |
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Jack. I'm just dreaming of |
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Rockafeller |
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Plaza. I'm just waiting for pigs to fly. |
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Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why. |
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Might just split and go half as slow. |
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And me, your dog and your one man show. [GUITAR SOLO] |
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I'm just swinging on magic shoes |
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Got three wee chords, and |
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I just can't lose. |
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I'm just finding my own way there |
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So I lost my voice and |
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I grew my hair |
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I'm just waiting for pigs to fly. |
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Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why. |
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Might just split and go half as slow. |
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And me, your dog and your one man show. |
