| If someone stood up in a crowd
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| And raised his voice up way out loud
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| And waved his arm
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| And shook his leg
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| You’d notice him
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| If someone in a movie show
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| Yelled «fire in the second row
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| This whole place is a powder keg!»
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| You’d notice him
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| And even without clucking like a hen
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| Everyone gets noticed, now and then
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| Unless, of course, that personage should
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| Be Invisible, inconsequential me Cellophane
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| Mister cellophane
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| Should have been my name
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| Mister cellophane
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| 'Cause you can look right through me Walk right by me And never know I’m there
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| I tell ya Cellophane
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| Mister cellophane
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| Should have been my name
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| Mister cellophane
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| 'Cause you can look right through me Walk right by me And never know I’m there
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| Suppose you was a little cat
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| Residin' in a person’s flat
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| Who fed you fish and scratched your
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| Ears?
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| You’d notice him
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| Suppoose you was a woman wed
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| And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years
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| You’d notice him
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| A human being’s made of more than air
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| With all that bulk, you’re bound to see
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| Him there
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| Unless that human bein' next to you
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| Is unimpressive, undistinguished
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| You know who
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| Should have been my name
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| Mister cellophane
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| 'Cause you can look right through me Walk right by me And never know I’m there
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| I tell ya Cellophane
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| Mister cellophane
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| Should I bend my name
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| Mister cellophane
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| 'Cause you can look right through me Walk right by me And never know I’m there
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| Never even know I’m there |