| People say that they want to be free
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| They look at him and they look at me
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| But it’s only themselves they’re wanting to see
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| And everybody knows about it
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| We talk all night and we’re all turned on
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| We believe we heard him singing his song
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| Telling us all there was work to be done
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| And everyone sung a chorus of I am the walrus
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| Yes disneyland has come to town
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| Everyone’s dressed and standing around
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| Alice is wearing her sexiest gown
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| But she doesn’t want you to look at her
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| Beautiful people are queuing to drown
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| They wait for the lifeguard to put on his crown
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| But he’s up at the other end of town
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| Trying to talk to the mirror
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| The scientist talks and he knows what he means
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| He sits on the floor and has beautiful dreams
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| Then he gets brought down by a woman who screams
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| But he knows it’s only a recordЎ oh yes it is
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| His brave new girl stops feeding the ants
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| And looks at him with her septic pants
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| She still knows how to make him dance
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| And forget about emancipationЎ it’s just imagination
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| And you and I we sit and hum
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| We know something’s got to come
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| And get us off our endless bum
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| There’s probably one in the bathroom
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| Or even in the hall
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| I don’t know anymore than you do
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| In fact I don’t know anything at all |