| If there’s only one sure thing that I know
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| Someday the world’s gonna bow before this cowardly two-man show
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho-oh-whoa
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| You got a lot of guitars, but you don’t play guitar
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| You got your love shack laying in the boudoir
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| You got your Yakov Smirnoff, screwdriver
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| And you’re rocking out to Holy Diver
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| If our machine is broken
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| Then we gotta replace it
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| If our love is a token
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| Maybe we should erase it
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| And all this time, you were fixing machines
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| When you should have been fixing you
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| But I’m so happy that you never really wanted to
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| If there’s only one sure thing that I know
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| Someday the world’s gonna bow before this cowardly two-man show
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho-oh-whoa
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| Now listen. |
| Did you hear that?
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| It sounds like the sound of meat sizzling
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| I know this guy who deals in the action
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| He lives his life looking for a reaction
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| He got a sight line sighted on the Eye of Horus
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| And he drives, and he drives in a '94 Taurus
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| He left his wife for a fucking machine
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| 'Cause he never had a fucking clue
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| And I know that’s neither here nor there with you
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho
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| Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho, Whoa-ho whoa-ho-oh-whoa
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| If there’s only one sure thing that I know
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| Someday the world’s gonna bow before this cowardly two-man show. |
| Hey!
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| If there’s only one sure thing that I know
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| Someday the world’s gonna bow before this cowardly two-man show
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| You got a lot of guitars, but you don’t play guitar |