| Early morning
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| I’m still yawning
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| Kiss the children
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| See you tonight dear
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| Cheerio
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| Henry’s an angel when he closes the gate
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| But to the station he don’t want to be late
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| His manner changes as he steps on the train
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| Beneath his bowler (hat) lies a schizophrenic brain
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| Oh he wants to flirt and Yes he’s looking up the skirts
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| He want to meddle with a body
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| He want to tamper with your mind
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| Sooner or later
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| He’s gonna rip us his paper
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| He’s gonna bring his fantasy
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| Out of the closet and into reality
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| Henry’s a devil when he get to this job
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| Won’t take a break, he want to get to the top
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| No getting credit when the credit is due
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| He wants the glory and he’ll crucify you
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| Ten years, no promotion
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| Now he’s gonna make them sit up (sit up)
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| He’s been the brain behind the business
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| So, shut up (shut up)
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| And put your money where you mouth is
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| Sooner or later
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| He’s gonna take the computer
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| And take the information
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| He’ll make a killing in the city
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| And they’ll never, never, never ever know
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| All alone
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| Sitting in his zanzibar
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| Dreamin' and schemin'
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| A plan of action but he won’t get very far
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| Another skin-full
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| Two more tequilas and he’ll rule the world
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| This is a rat-trap (mere existence)
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| He’s really losing face (resistance)
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| I hear he’s headin' for disaster
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| The fool will never beat the master now
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| It’s very late, he staggers back to the shop
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| There’s something wrong if he’s not back on the dot
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| It’s so astounding as he falls through the door
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| He takes his lunch and passes out on the floor
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| Oh it’s not his fashion
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| Usually keeps his passion hidden (hidden)
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| They’ll never see him in the same way
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| Driven (driven)
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| He won’t forget the things he did today
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| Sooner or later
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| He’s gonna rip us his paper
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| He’s gonna bring his fantasy
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| Out of the closet and into reality
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| Hello darlin'
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| How’s your day been?
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| Can’t complain dear
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| Same as usual |