| Caught you walkin' like a gangster
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| Saw you grabbin' the controls
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| Now you’re almost outta batteries
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| You gottta sweater much too small
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| Pokin' at your navel
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| Pointin' your finger too
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| You say your lips don’t even stick together
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| When the dust comes up Blowin' 'cross the plains
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| Pictures are fallin' in and outta their frames!
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| Singing: good and evil, good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose and they turn into people
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| Singing: good and evil, good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose and they turn into people
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| You know that roses and lilacs are funky too?
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| Let 'em go at it, let’s see what they do Now they’re wrestlin' with the forces of good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose and they turn into people
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| I have seen you do things backward
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| You don’t believe a word i say
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| Now you’re holdin' sticky paper
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| Money never fades away
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| Talkin' like a monster
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| Smellin' like a baby
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| You got a head like a bowl of cherries now
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| Don’t be surprised
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| You got what it takes
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| Messin' round like monkeys and apes
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| Singing: good and evil, good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose and they turn into people
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| Singing: good and evil, good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose and they turn into people
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| You know that roses and lilacs are funky too?
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| Let 'em go at it, let’s see what they do Ah — they’re messing with the forces of good and evil
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| They turn 'em loose, they turn into people |