| So tell me
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| What’s really news after all
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| The king broke a string, did that warrant five curtain calls
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| (Newsworth)
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| Excuse me
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| (Newsworth)
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| Your news has taken a dive
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| The artists are gone
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| Now who is the fastest alive
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| Your pretence is there
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| But your envy’s showing its face
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| You dropped your guitar
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| The ball point’s taking its place
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| Your ego suffered a blow
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| When your idol showed his disdain
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| You say that you’re unbiased well you must think that we’re green
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| (Newsworth)
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| I’ve heard that
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| (Newsworth)
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| A newsworth lives in his pen
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| May I suggest
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| It’s likely that he lives in one then
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| (Newsworth)
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| What happens
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| (Newsworth)
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| After you lie down at night
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| In your case the lying’s not reclining you can lie best upright
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| We quite understand
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| You can’t always be kind
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| Please take extra care
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| And think before you malign
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| You’ve come a long way
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| Since the broom and the tea bag days
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| So drop the Sunday paper stuff
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| One page of ads is one too much
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| When it comes to slagging, we play rough
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| Did you think we were green
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| Well we’re not
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| You’re a
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| (Newsworth)
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| You’re a
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| (Newsworth)
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| You’re a
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| (Newsworth) |