| Hey, I’m the guy there on the wall and I’m all dismembered parts
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| Yeah, I got not arms or legs: So go ahead and call me — Art!
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| I’m a stick of dynamite and I’m smiling with delight
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| And it’s o.k. |
| — 'coz, they all stay away when you need them the most
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| Serving up another dream into everybody’s empty heads
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| Stirring up another scene into everybody’s empty heads
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| Whipping up another style into everybody’s empty heads
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| Hoping that it brings a smile on everybody’s vacant face.
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| And now I’m floating in the sea. |
| 'Coz I’m the guy that lost his job
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| Yeah, I lost my arms & legs, so go ahead and call me: Bob!
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| I’m a stick of dynamite and I’m smiling with delight
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| And it’s o.k. |
| — 'coz, they all stay away when you need them the most
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| Serving up another dream into everybody’s empty heads
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| Stirring up another scene into everybody’s empty heads
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| Whipping up another style into everybody’s empty heads
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| Hoping that it brings a smile on everybody’s vacant face. |