| HOW SILLY The politician look
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| Wearing his public smile
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| Trying to hide his incapacity
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| When it’s sticking out a mile
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| With his papier mache wife
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| And his papier trashy life
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| If he sees himself as the man for the job
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| His mirror’s telling lies.
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| HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks
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| Striking a holy pose
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| Trying to hide their nakedness
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| With mediaval clothes
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| They’re holding a golden key
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| But what it looks like to me
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| If they’re holding all the real estate
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| That’s your neighborhood poverty.
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| These are just few of the things
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| I’ve been noticing
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| Dear Politician, Priest &Parson
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| If you really feel like helping:
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| Open up your heart. |
| That’s the helpin' part
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| Open up your heart. |
| That’s at least a start
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| HOW SILLY the Queen of England looks
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| Slipping her royalty
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| The essence of noncommitalness
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| In the grand democracy.
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| It’s the Hanoverian Strain
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| Erin’s isle is not the same
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| For the poet’s rhyme, she give us wine
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| We hope for better things from Charles.
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| These are just of the things
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| I’ve been noticing.
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| Your Royal Majesty, Dear Madame
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| If you really feel like helping:
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| Open up your heart. |
| That’s the helpin' part
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| Let your Christmas message start: «Open up your hearts…»
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| HOW SILLY The politician looks
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| Wearing his public smile
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| HOW SILLY the Priest or Parson looks
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| Stricking a holy pose
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| HOW SILLY the Queen of England looks
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| HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY! |