| He’s a friend to all the stars
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| Made a fortune selling cars
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| Not beyond a little sleaze
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| Wifey loves the tannin' booth
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| Just a little altered truth
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| Made America’s Who’s Who
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| If he can do it so can you
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| Sheltered in tax brackets
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| Higher than an angel’s cloud
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| Pontificates on rackets
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| And cheats on his wife with his pals
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| Once he met a musician
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| Shook his hand like a soul man
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| Not a lot like you or me
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| He’s Mister White Keys!
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| He climbs into daddy’s Benz
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| And goes collecting the rents
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| Of those welfare cheats
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| A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat
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| He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet
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| He said he’d rather own the whole damn town
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| Than be graceful or be well endowed (wow!)
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| He exaggerates a bit
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| Foot and a mouth, a perfect fit
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| He’s the one who tried the cheese
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| I feel sorry for the guy
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| Laughin' when I see his schtick
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| All that poor bastard wanted
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| Was to make it with the beautiful chicks
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| But that don’t excuse the prick!
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| Hey!
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| Hey!
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| He’s Mister White Keys
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| Hey!
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| He climbs into daddy’s Benz
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| And goes collecting the rents
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| Of those welfare cheats |