| The people were running
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| The place was on fire
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| The smoke was a-growing
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| And the flames were getting higher
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| The fire chief was shouting
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| As he knocked down my door
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| He said you better move your butt boy
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| Or you’ll knock on heaven’s door
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| I’m so laid back, I’m laid out
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| I’m so caved in and spaced out
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| I’m wired to the teeth
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| I’m fused to the floor
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| So baby don’t you bug me no more
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| Don’t you bug me no more
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| The rent needing paying
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| The insurance was due
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| The roof needing fixing
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| And the rain was coming through
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| But the forecast is sunny
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| So I’ll stay here on my back
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| Tomorrow is another day
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| It’s cozy in the sack
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| I’m so laid back, I’m laid out
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| I’m so caved in and spaced out
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| I’m wired to the teeth
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| I’m fused to the floor
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| So baby don’t you bug me no more
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| Don’t you bug me no more
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| There were times when you wanted to be number one
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| And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on
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| But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh)
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| My luxury is living
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| 'Cause I can’t afford to die
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| I’m a diletantic mother
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| With a twinkle in my eye
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| Let the others do the running
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| I’m content to take a cut
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| Percentages are burning
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| And I’m happy in my rut
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| I’m so laid back, I’m laid out
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| I’m so caved in and spaced out
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| I’m wired to the teeth
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| I’m fused to the floor
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| So baby don’t you bug me no more
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| Don’t you bug me no more
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| No more, no more, no more, |