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So, ya wanna be a hero, kid? Well, whoop de do |
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I have been around the block before with blockheads just like you |
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Each and everyone, a disappointment |
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Pain for which there ain't no ointment |
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So much fo excuses though a kid of Zeus' is |
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Asking me to jump into the fray |
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My answer is two words, okay, you win, oh God, oy vay |
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I'd given up hope that someone would come along |
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A fellow who'd ring the bell for once, not the gong |
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The kind who wins trophies, won't settle for low fees |
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At least semi-pro fees but no, I get the green horn |
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I've been out to pasture pal, my ambition gone |
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Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn |
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But you need an advisor, a satyr but wiser |
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A good merchandiser and oh, there goes my ulcer |
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I'm down to one last hope and I hope it's you |
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Though kid, you're not exactly a dream come true |
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I've trained enough turkeys who never came through |
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You're my one last hope, so you'll have to do |
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Demigods have faced the odds and ended up a mockery |
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Don't believe the stories that you read on all the crockery |
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To be a true hero kid is a dying art |
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Like painting a masterpiece, it's a work of heart |
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It takes more than sinew, comes down to what's in you |
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You have to continue to grow |
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Now that's more like it, I'm down to one last shot |
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And my last high note, before that blasted underworld gets my goat |
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My dreams are on you, kid go make them come true |
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Climb that uphill slope, keep pushing that envelope |
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You're my one last hope and kid, it's up to you |
