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It's a God awful small affair |
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To the girl with the mousey hair |
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But her mummy is yelling no |
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And her daddy has told her to go |
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But her friend is no where to be seen |
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Now she walks through her sunken dream |
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To the seat with the clearest view |
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And she's hooked to the silver screen |
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But the film is a saddening bore |
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For she's lived it ten times or more |
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She could spit in the eyes of fools |
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As they ask her to focus on |
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Sailors fighting in the dance hall |
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Oh man, look at those cavemen go |
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It's the freakiest show |
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Take a look at the lawman, beating up the wrong guy |
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Oh man, I wonder if he'll ever know |
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He's in the best selling show is there life on Mars? |
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It's on America's tortured brow |
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That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow |
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And the workers have struck for fame |
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'Cause Lennon's on sale again |
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See the mice in their million hordes |
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From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads |
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Rule Britannia is out of bounds |
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To my mother, my dog and clowns |
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But the film is a saddening bore |
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'Cause I wrote it ten times or more |
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It's about to be writ again |
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As I ask you to focus on |
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Sailors fighting in the dance hall |
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Oh man, look at those cavemen go |
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It's the freakiest show |
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Take a look at the lawman, beating up the wrong guy |
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Oh man, I wonder if he'll ever know |
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He's in the best selling show is there life on Mars? |
