| Minnie the moocher from the future
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| She was raised by neither nature nor nurture
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| She had a metal front and a plastic back
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| But in the middle was a lot of soul and that’s a fact
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| She started messing round with the king of Saturn
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| He looked like a purple psychedelic pattern
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| His heart went zing when she did her thing
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| And before long she was walking off with Saturn’s ring
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| She travelled from the future to the distant past
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| Killed a fly which made her first guy become her last
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| Turned yesterday to notaday with some cute goon
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| And said the past is just some future that arrived too soon
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| And New York city how I love it so
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| I’m always bumping into buddies whose names I don’t know
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| I don’t get off to sleep until a quarter to four
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| And then I wake up in the morning and I do it some more
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| And when you look me in the face I just disintegrate
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| Now I’m on another date that I kind of hate
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| And I just keep falling further ended
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| Seems by now I should have landed
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| But Minnie the moocher from the future
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| Could turn space into whatever kind of face would suit ya
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| The rainbow’s bend was what her contact lens was
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| So she knew what the colour glowing in each of her friends was
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| She started messing with the gamma beam
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| He said baby stick with me, I’ll turn your money green
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| Gave her his number, she dialled it with a satellite pilot
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| Took his infrared head and turned it ultra violet
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| She rode a black hole to a magnetic pole
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| Rode a dinosaur so long that it turned into coal
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| Made the coal a diamond said this ain’t my best friend
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| Turned the jewel back into a dinosaur again
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| And my window view is a brick wall or two
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| With some barbed wire snagged on a plastic bag
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| And every plane I hear I think the end is near
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| They get louder and louder and then they disappear
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| And the shampoo stings and the landline rings
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| The Jesus freak on the corner with the guitar sings
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| And the vacant lot daydreams of what it’s not
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| And the night seems to remember what the day forgot
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| But Minnie the moocher from the future
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| Is gonna meet me halfway 'tween when I find her and lose her
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| And in that dock between the hands of the clock
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| She’s gonna park her flying spark here on my own block
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| She’ll honk her horn for me and take my arm
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| She’ll invite me on a ride to where the tide is born
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| Where the director and cast of the future and past
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| Follow the union rules and take a break at last
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| And when we’re all refreshed after a little rest
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| She’ll say goodbye to her guests and go back on her quest
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| I’ll say so long Minnie, I’m glad you’re my friend
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| I’m gonna keep dreaming about you till we meet again |