| Oh why can’t I just latch on to your brain
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| And be that one song that drives everyone insane
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| The low end pumping right out of your trunk
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| That vibrate your sternum
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| The bazooka, a speaker of funk
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| That you feel
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| From a block away
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| What is the deal?
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| I heard this song fours times today
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| Reel to reel
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| Backed by heavies in la
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| No even keel
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| Overplay is the only way (2x)
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| Oh to be a one hit wonder
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| That will be oh so superb
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| Oh only for 15 minutes or so
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| In and out and
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| Nobody gets hurt
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| In and out
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| Nobody gets hurt
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| Record label mafia
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| Is a putting on the heat
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| With a new store in Seattle
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| The next day Miami Beach
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| The next day it’s Jay Leno
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| And the next day Letterman
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| And then it’s Oprah in chicago
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| Man, when will it all end?
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| But I say have now fear
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| I’ll be gone before you know it
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| In my private Lear
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| No second chance I dont want to blow it
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| Disappear
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| To my neverending luai
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| In 15 years VH1 'where are they now?'
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| A simple little ditty
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| With a sharp catchy hook
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| And three little cowboy chords learned from a book
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| A pierce above my eyeball |
| And em cutting down my hair
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| I’ll do what I’m told until I disappear
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| Into thin air
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| Overplay is the only way (8x)
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| In and out
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| Nobody gets hurt |