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Oh, hey there |
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Bighead Bighead, you're alright |
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Wasted, feeling, feeling alright |
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Well he walks with his head up high |
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Flips a wink and wonders why |
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He never gets his wool |
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Maybe he's a stone-blessed pharoah tease |
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And maybe he speaks |
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Manganese |
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She couldn't really care about it |
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Hey there |
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Bighead You |
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Bighead, you're alright |
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright |
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Well she drives with her eyes straight ahead |
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Always win cause she never said |
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Anything to lead you in |
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Out with her head up high, a tasty twisted lullaby |
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She couldn't really care about this |
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Hey there |
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Bighead You |
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Bighead, you're alright |
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright |
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When the jig is up you'll find yourself |
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With just your hand |
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By the Thermador you'll stay |
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Cause at least it keeps you warm |
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Hey there |
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Bighead Bighead, you're alright |
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When the jig is up you'll find yourself |
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With just your hand |
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By the Thermador you'll stay |
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Cause at least it keeps you warm |
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Yeah Hey there |
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Bighead You |
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Bighead, you're alright |
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright |
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Alright, alright, alright |