| Have they all gone?
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| Yes! |
| It’s Neil’s turn
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| No more writers to whine
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| Now the whole show is mine
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| No more Nathan
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| With his bean dip
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| Say goodnight, Frankenstein
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| ‘Cause it’s my turn to shine
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| I can do all of their jobs
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| I can just play with these knobs
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| And I’ll sound fine
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| It’s a one-man
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| Like Hal Holbrook
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| Like that showcase for Liza
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| It’s «Neil with an I»
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| Hey Felicia
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| You were great, kid
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| But you just had to die
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| ‘Cause there’s no «Team» in «I»
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| I’ll sing my own harmonies
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| I’ll go as low as I please
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| Or I’ll go high
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| Welcome everybody to my commentary
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| I’ve got so much talent it’s a little scary
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| Is my every random thought insightful — very
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| Not just entertaining; |
| I’m luminary
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| I’ll charm the chicks
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| Are those things real? |
| Ha!
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| Do magic tricks
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| Was it the Three of Clubs? |
| Ho!
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| Lay down some tap
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| And I can rap
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| My name is Neil and I’m here to say…
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| No I can’t rap
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| That was painful
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| Let’s move on the the part
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| Where I talk about art
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| Look at that shot
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| We used cameras
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| There’s a boom guy in frame
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| He was great — What’s his name?
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| What was his name?
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| What should I say?
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| The choices are endless
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| And here I am at last, alone, and friendless
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| No I’m not friendless
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| I’ve got some friends
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| They’ll be here when this ends
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| If this ends
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| What do I say
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| What does this switch do — It turns out the lights
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| Now it’s dark and I’m lost and alone
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| And what’s with all these chords?
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| What’s with all these weird chords?
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| Somebody help
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| Somebody say cut
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| Somebody say action
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| Somebody say something
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| I’m so afraid
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| Somebody say cut
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| I’m so alone… |