| I’m gonna lower my standards and raise my price
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| I’m gonna take your lunch and your bad advice
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| Until my worse idea gets the big reward
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| Until I get out of this raggedy Ford
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| And into a shiny new two seater
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| Dress my girlfriend up like a cheetah
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| I’m gonna sign my checks: Yours sincerely
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| For all the money that you hold dearly
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| When my ego swells and my output dwindles
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| You can tell the world that youve been swindled
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| By the man who would have been so bitter
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| Had he never reconsidered
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| Falling up
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| To the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile
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| Falling up
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| To the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek
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| I can’t sit down cause I’m falling up
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| Well I used to think that I had some duty
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| Now I only want the booty
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| And unless youve recently been anointed
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| Then dont tell me youre disappointed
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| In the man who would have been so bitter
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| Had he never reconsidered
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| Now I pay no mind to innovation
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| Just over and over with the same sensation
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| Till I’m a short short subject on a long tape loop
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| That comes and goes like the hula hoop
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| In one ear and out the other
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| Nothing there to stop it, brother
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| Falling up |