| You want to eat your cake, and have a slice of that guy’s too
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| Just jump aboard that next big thing, and let the gravy poor all over you
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| The timing has to be just right, you have to know just when to act
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| And meet me at the bottom line, of a lucritive contract
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| Pick up your axe, and put it on wax
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| We’ll ride tonight, if the demographic’s right
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| Jump on the next big thing, by June she’ll be full swing
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| Start now and you’ll have time to savor, being that month’s flavor
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| Jump on the next big thing, you’ll be another Sting
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| They’ll love you, buy you, idolize you, till it’s time to despise you
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| The label will put up big cash, along with the familiar strings
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| A cameo by some has-been, who wants a piece of the next big thing
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| We’ll cut our hair like all the rest, but dressed in all the latest gear
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| And when they shoot the video, look in the lens and act sincere
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| Dispell your fears and dry your tears
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| We’re bound to win, or at least rule the cut-out bin |