| He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign PC’s
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| At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen
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| Looking good Mr Buttons, so you should Mr Buttons
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| He don’t have respect for authority, makes shadows in a rich man’s world
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| Back doors are always available, no one ever gets hurt or killed
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| Just a game Mr Buttons, feel no shame Mr Buttons
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| Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money’s
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| gone
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| Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
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| A surfing Highwayman making out the best he can
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| Watch your back Mr Buttons, on your tracks Mr Buttons
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| Watch your tail Mr Buttons, on your trail Mr Buttons
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| He went down state Penitentiary, locked him up threw away the key
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| In time they gave him the Library, access to the new PC…
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| Back on line Mr Buttons, doing fine Mr Buttons
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| Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money’s
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| gone
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| Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
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| Holding up the Planet, a surfing Highwayman, moving money how he can
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| That’s Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons
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| Holding up the Planet, a surfing Highwayman, moving money just for fun
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| Oh Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons |