| Somebody introduced me
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| To a member of the club
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| I think that they confused me
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| With some other rub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Now, I work on the fifth floor
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| And nothing is my fault
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| I take advice like margueritas
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| With a heavy grain of salt
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| I always wake up in the night
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| Wondering if I’m doing it right
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| And if I had my way
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| I’d be getting on this flight tonight
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| And in the morning I’d be
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Lying to my family and friends
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| Telling them that I have begun
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| Trying to find the means to an end
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Lying just to cover my ass
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| Lying in the sun on the beach
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| Burning like the girls in the grass
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| I should be working on my manners
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| But I’m working on my website
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| All you star-spangled scanners
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| Trying to photocopy moonlight
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| Staring at the computer screen
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| Feeling so alone and obscene
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| Getting restless
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| Getting randy
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| Getting mean
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Looking for a little romance
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| The temperature’s a hundred and one
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| Everybody take off your pants
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Trying to figure out what to do
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| Lying in the sun on the beach
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| I realized I did not have a clue
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| I’m full of hocus pocus
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| And I’m slower than molasses
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| I’m coming in and out of focus
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| Like a magic pair of glasses
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| I go down to the staff room at lunchtime
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| I’m like a joke but there’s never a punch line
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| And if you step on my toes I’ll blow up just like a landmine
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| Give me a reason I’ll be
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Nobody but my money and me
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| Is this your definition of fun
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| I’m bored it’s only twenty past three (You should go for a swim)
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| I’ll still be clinging to the company line
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| There’s sharks out there I think I saw a fin
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| Or maybe I’m just losing my mind
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| Somebody take a memo
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| We’re all on automatic
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| When I get it back together
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| We’re gonna need a little static
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| Somebody check my pulse
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| Slap me in the face
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| Show me what I’m made of
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| Get me out of this place
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| It’s like a weird technological dream
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| Watching buddies turn into machines
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| We never get our hands dirty
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| But paradise is never this clean
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| Come on
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| Lying on a beach in the sun
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| Don’t want to get burned to a crisp
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| You want something to remember me by
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| You can save it on a floppy disk
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| So long
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| Farewell
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| You can kiss my ass goodbye
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| If I don’t jump ship right now
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| I’ll never figure out how to fly |