| Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world
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| To watch the things you’re going through
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| Oh, Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you
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| And be damned if they’ll thank you
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| You paint everything so cruel
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| Coming on like Mr. Cool
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| Paint your face and shut the gate
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| No one’s coming home till late, ooh-la!
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| Don’t you know? |
| Life gets tedious enough
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| Without this extra grudge to bear
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| You, so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up
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| In a jiffy, let’s be fair
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| We’ll all be taking off tonight
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| Turn off your eyes and shut the light
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| You’re the most, you’re so unreal
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| We’d all be dead without your spiel, ooh-la, ooh, take it!
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| Ooh!
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| Oh, Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawning
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| In the morning on your way
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| Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the waters
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| And play Jesus for the day
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| You begin to hear them mumble
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| Spot the Starman, rough-and-tumble
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| Fight the good fight, sling your axe
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| Watch the speaker lead the packs, ooh, here we go, we go! |