| You think it's new, but it is not new
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| I cannot wait to see the look on your face
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| 'Cause someone's gonna prick that bovine balloon
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| Wrinkled little boxing glove
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| Someone's gonna tell you, "No, you can't"
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| And I think you might explode
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| You think we're fooled, but we are not fooled
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| You think it's hard, but you're doing the easiest thing
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| And someone's gonna burst your blood-blubber head
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| Even little children see through you
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| Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down
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| And I think you might explode
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| So go home and squat in the basement now
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| Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll
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| Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole
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| I'm tired and you are ridiculous
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| God for a clown and a clown for a pig
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| Ever so small but you think it's big, I know
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| You are ridiculous
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| Rubbery legs gonna march all night
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| Tell me again 'cause it makes me smile |