| I get up every day — it’s a miracle, I’m told
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| Somehow I live to work, so I hit the road
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| Squeeze into my hybrid car, drive as fast as I can
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| While, I scan the rooftops — yeah, I scan the rooftops
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| I live in every city all around the world
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| Sometimes it’s way too hot, sometimes it’s friggin' cold
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| One thing’s always the same, no matter what they say
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| There’s way too many problems — way, way too many problems
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| You wish you were swingin' from the trees
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| You wish you were slicin' through the breeze
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| You wish you were king or queen
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| You wish you’d hit the lottery
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| But wishin' is for chumps, high-hopin' is for fools
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| They’ll hunt you down and taze you, bro, for playin' with the rules
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| I’ve got a big dilemma to punt or go for broke
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| It’s got me goin' sleepless — well I’m about to choke
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| So let me ask you something, answer if you can
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| Think before you answer — There is no correct answer
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| So don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| Don’t shoot — I’m a man!
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| Don’t taze me, bro!
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| Don’t taze me, bro!
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| Don’t taze me, bro!
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| Don’t taze me, bro! |