| My uncle ernie had a *wongleberry*
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| It used to live along the side of his nose
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| On the whole it made a very good show
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| Yknow, I like being in the music biz
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| But its not all fun
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| Hey sometimes its also hard
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| So heres a tune that says…
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| Its no wonder Im so mad
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| When I see the chances that I had
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| Blown away by mr suits big boys
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| Nine to fivers making all the noise
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| Making sure that no-one has the choice
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| I could tell them go to hell
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| Start a new sound give us some clean air
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| Open up a door for those who care
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| Churning out the crap, just like that
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| Any old riff, gimme a spliff
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| Then youll clear the business
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| I could wear a hat, just like that
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| Send me down the steps
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| Send me down the stair
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| Look away to see
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| Maybe its conspiracy
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| Put together by God and us who see
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| They knew where to be Treyre cops unwrapped
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| Ohhhhh
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| Its too late…
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| Im too late…
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| I could never be…
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| What they want me to be…
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| Churning out the crap, just like that
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| Any old riff, gimme a spliff
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| Then youll clear the business
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| I could wear a hat, just like that
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| Send me down the steps
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| Send me down the stair
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| Look away to see, too late…
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| Im too late
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| Im too late
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| Im too late |