| They spelled my name wrong again
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| With an E between the D and the N
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| Some dope didn’t know it should be an O
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| They spelled my name wrong again
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| Why in God’s name can’t they check
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| It’s a pain in the ass and the neck
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| Not a capital crime, but it’s the umpteenth time
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| Why in God’s name can’t they check
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| I see my name up there in lights
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| Then I notice it’s not spelled right
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| Tell me why do I put up with it
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| Pavorotti or Shirley would quit
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| When you’ve been around for awhile
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| These spelling mistakes start to rile
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| I guess that’s rock and roll
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| Dyslexia takes it’s toll
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| You’ve been around for awhile
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| My parents should shoulder some blame
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| For calling their kid a strange name
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| Spell it with me friends L-O-you-D-O… N, yes!
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| My parents should shoulder some blame
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| My eyes narrow, I start to squint
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| I think that’s my name there in print
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| Tell me why do I put up with it
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| Sinatra would have a shit fit!
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| Wainwright has two w’s
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| They get that one wrong and I get the blues
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| That old grammar school try 's
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| Not good enough guys
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| Wainwright has two w’s
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| One day I thought I would die
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| When I saw with my very one eye
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| Thought I would die |