| Now, here’s the story of the incredible shrinking man
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| Of a fatal disappointment met with a frozen margarita grin
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| Now see him blink in time to the hour hand
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| Funny red nose, Rudolph jokes, memory failing
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| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day
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| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away
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| He faces the manageress, he feels her bright disdain
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| Watches as she yawns all the way through his final scene
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| She makes it clear, «my dear» in no way does she wish him ill
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| She says, «there's no justice. |
| No, there’s just this bill»
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| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day
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| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away
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| And your horseshoe wreath, it’ll surely bloom
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| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon
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| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon
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| Ten years at the Columbia Hotel
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| For that you should win a fabulous prize
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| Like a lifetime room for a life that slipped away
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| A place to hide the asphalt and tarmac in his eyes
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| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day
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| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away
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| And your horseshoe wreath, it’ll surely bloom
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| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon
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| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon
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| You’ll see Ed McMahon and his gorgeous models emerge from the Columbia gloom
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| With many thanks for the life you led and the joy you made
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| He’ll give you a wad of paper and, yes, all your favorite balloons
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| And make an overly long speech about how you never let the bastards kill your
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| soul
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| And if you render the sun to dawn you pound of the walls of doom
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| And everyday fight the vacuum in a world without heroes and supermen
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| To shine like stars and cast no shadows across the room
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| And end up owning only a haystack, a needle and a spoon
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| They say we pardon to the degree that we love
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| But for most of us love is only a part in a cartoon
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| I know we pay for what we are, but let me please observe
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| You’re a king. |
| I know, I saw it written on your tomb
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| You’re a king. |
| I know, I saw it written on your tomb |