| If my name were Howard
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| I’d dress up in a cummerbund and fez
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| If my name were Howard
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| I’d puff all night on funny cigarettes
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| If my name were Howard
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| I’d be terrified of getting sucked buck naked down the drain
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| Into a damp, dark world of flesh-eating spiders
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| If my name were Howard
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| I’d have thought of South Park and be rich as Midas
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| But my name is Adam Green
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| I was born on Halloween
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| One more event I could not control or plan
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| What else can I do
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| But make my funny cartoons for you?
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| If my name were Adam
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| If you hit me with a hammer
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| I would try to practise passive resistance
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| But it’s a tricky business
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| If my name were Adam
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| Terrible phone fact # 3
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| You’d spend seven years of your life waiting for a call from me
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| If my name were Dorothy
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| I’d be a Baskerville or Parker
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| Surrounded by the barking of chihuahuas
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| If my name were Howard
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| My tattoo would be a working bar code on the palm of my left hand
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| That I would slide across any and all automated price checkers
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| But my name is Adam Green
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| I was born into a scene
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| Of dullish alpha males with willing consorts
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| What else can I do
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| But make my funny cartoons for you?
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| If my name were Howard
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| Puppy brains and jism
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| Two good reasons why you should never let aliens
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| Prepare your thanksgiving dinner
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| Puppy brains and jism
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| Please take a message Miss Brown
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| I’ve stapled my tie to my tongue
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| If my name were Ren Hoek
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| I would dress in bespoke for chihuahuas
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| But my name is Adam Green
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| I was born into a scene
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| Of gibbering roughneck apes and liquorice allsorts
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| What else can I do
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| But vent my spleen on wretches like you?
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| If my name were Franz I would giggle myself stupid
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| Enjoying my insomnia through the endless Prague nights
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| If my name were Franz I would wear such tight pants
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| That people would laugh when I spoke in a funny high voice
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| I’d dress up in a cummerbund and fez
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| And my wellington boot would be on the other foot
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| And my favourite cigarette would be a bergamot cheroot
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| My cut glass wit, refreshing and elegant, would enliven
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| Every slightly jaded party
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| My remarks would be recorded in order by Miss Dorothy Parker |