| Before I can pour what I’m sure you’ll adore
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| Take a seat in the heat and repeat what is sweet
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| 'Cause understand that our language is not really hard
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| You got to listen, yes you gotta regard
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| Yeah
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| Aw
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| Before I can pour what I’m sure you’ll adore
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| Take a seat in the heat and repeat what is sweet
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| 'Cause understand that our language is not really hard
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| You got to listen, yes you gotta regard…
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| This crew, we hold the reel and the rod
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| The duo of the eighties and Mantronix’s the squad
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| So live the entertainment your smile will be our payment
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| Televised for all you eyes it’s a tantalizing statement
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| Though beaurocratic our motto is love
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| From above it’s not required you can take it or shove
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| Like a glove that only fits and the feeling is right
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| And if the feeling fits your taste then… take a bite
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| And delight it’s only fair this music is clear
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| Suffice a second slice of what’s so rare
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| But don’t redeem what is seen use your judgment of mind
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| I had it got was given to those who can’t find
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| Well
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| Before I can pour what I’m sure you’ll adore
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| Take a seat in the heat and repeat what is sweet
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| 'Cause understand that our language is not really hard
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| You got to listen, yes you gotta regard
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| Simple Simon’s little book on how to decline
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| 'Cause Simple Simon wrote the book, but I wrote the rhyme
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| On the fad which is mad but accepting as glad
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| We’re called Mantronix and can never be sad
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| Before I can pour what I’m sure you’ll adore
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| Take a seat in the heat and repeat what is sweet
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| 'Cause understand that our language is not really hard
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| You got to listen, yes you gotta regard
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| Simple Simon’s little book on how to decline
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| 'Cause Simple Simon wrote the book, but I wrote the rhyme
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| On the fad which is mad but accepting as glad
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| We’re called Mantronix and can never be sad
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| Yeah
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| I settle understated, I’m mostly comformated
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| With a radical style that exceeds what’s presented
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| You meet with desire, to also form a fire
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| Precede a coming cause, consume an empire
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| Like the dream, we’re just exploring the globe
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| And God will take his fallen, the creation of goals
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| So metallic to the dust, ya fishin' with a twist
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| This super rest a shot of with a promise admit to this
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| And on the lyrics, the phrases are mad
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| Wise enough to know, yet stronger expand
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| Will leave it all that’s required, the subsimate expired
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| A matter fact of life, our traditions are tired
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| With a bang, and a chance to try
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| Because if you can do it so can I
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| Reappraise with the phase dynamical haze
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| With a spark regard and continue that praise
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| Aw
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| Before I can pour what I’m sure you’ll adore
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| Take a seat in the heat and repeat what is sweet
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| 'Cause understand that our language is not really hard
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| You got to listen, yes you gotta regard… |