| Now tell me have you ever heard a more pathetic kind of man?
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| All of this self-pitying moaning self-despising I can’t stand
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| I think it’s time you two must throw away the hatch
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| And become friends, right now
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| For all sake, but he’s fake
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| I won’t break
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| I think it’s time for my speech
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| I am so tired of it all
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| Why can’t he be more like me?
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| Always sober, kind and meek
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| He’s the opposite, more like a freak
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| You can never get me down
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| Can you believe this little ant is trying to meddle with my mind
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| I’ll rush him like the little fly he is between these hands of mine
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| Why can’t the two of you just throw away the hatch
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| And become friends, right now
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| For all sake but he’s fake
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| I won’t break
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| Now it’s time for the speech
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| I am so tired of it all
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| Why can’t he be more like me?
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| Eating right and running five miles
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| Like me would be his cup of tea
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| Oh no, always acting bad
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| For all sake
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| But he’s fake
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| I won’t break
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| Now it’s time for the speech
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| I am so tired of it all
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| Why can’t he be more like me?
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| Eating right and running five miles
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| Like me would be his cup of tea
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| Always sober, kind and meek
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| He’s the opposite, more like a freak
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| Oh no, always acting bad
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| So sad |