| I don’t have the magnetism of a national hero
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| I’m not desperate enough to
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| Carry 'round a bomb in a bag
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| And I hate to clean up behind my dog
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| He’s a pretty big guy and he eats like a hog
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| I never quite get that haircut they have in the window
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| I better give myself a talking to
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| I better work out what I’m going to do
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| Maybe get myself a wife
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| Better get myself a life
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| Instead of these post nuclear talking blues
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| When I go to the store
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| The express line gets derailed
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| I know that none of my batteries were included
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| I fall down every time I drink
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| I wash and all my whites turn pink
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| And I always come home with someone else’s pants
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| I better give myself a talking to
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| I better work out what I’m going to do
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| Maybe get myself a wife
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| Better get myself a life
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| Instead of these post nuclear talking blues
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| The rain won’t worry a drowning man
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| Until his feet are on dry land
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| He won’t even care if his best shoes are full of sand
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| Whenever my flight touches down
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| My bags are in a different town
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| And the customs men like to get intimate with me
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| I better give myself a talking to
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| I better work out what I’m going to do
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| Maybe get myself a wife
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| Better get myself a life
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| Instead of these post nuclear talking blues
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| And that’s all |