| I was traveling on, moving on the road toward my Jehovah
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| It was the only thing I knew how to do
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| She was banging a gong, she was banging and banging it over and over
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| She said you better get some music in you
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| But you know I’m saving some
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| For the person I become
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| And if you’re willing to wait long
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| Something better always comes along
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| I am a song
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| I am an aural subsidy
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| I am a song
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| A three minute symphony
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| Yes I belong to the society of piety and love
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| But I still need someone to shove now, baby
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| I was hanging around
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| I was hanging around
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| At the bottom of the food chain
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| Looking for you
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| You were bowing down
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| You were caught in a struggle with your va-jay-jay
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| Well is there anything I can do?
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| Cuz I could lend a helping hand
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| But be careful where you stand
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| Cuz I turn into King Kong
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| When the coffee gets too strong
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| I am a song
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| An evil siren’s melody
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| I am a song
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| In an unusual key
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| Yes I belong to a punishment and merriment of love
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| I fit you like a music glove now baby
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| doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| You were bringing me down
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| You were hemming and hawing about the Apocalypse
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| While I was stuck in an elevator
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| I had to turn you around
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| And wise you up, bring you back to your grips
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| Well, you can thank me for it later
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| Though, we couldn’t have come this far,
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| Without a very special car
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| Someday we’ll right the wrongs
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| Of Joe Lean and The Jing-Jang-Jong
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| I am a song
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| And though my words don’t often rhyme
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| I am a song
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| With a refreshing twist of lime
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| Yes I’m oblong
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| I’ll let my music rule, cause it’s something to do for with love
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| But I’m not bigger than love, now baby
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| No I’m not bigger than love now baby
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| I’m not bigger than love now baby
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| Come on, come on, come on, baby. |