| Anyone can have an opinion
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| Anyone can join in and jump
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| Anyone can pay or just stay away
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| Anyone can crash and thump
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| But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
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| Little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
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| They don’t give a shit Keith Moon is dead
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| Is that exactly what I thought I read?
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| Typewriter tappers
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| You’re all just crappers
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| You listen to love with your intellect
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| A4 pushers
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| You’re all just cushions
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| Morality ain’t measured in a room
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| He wrecked
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| Anyone can by some leather
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| Ain’t no better than wearing sheep
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| Anyone can sell lucky heather
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| You can see that words are cheap
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| But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
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| Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
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| They have a standard of perfection there
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| That you and me can never ever share
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| Typewriter bangers on
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| You’re all just hangers on
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| Everyone’s human 'cept Jools and Jim
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| Late copy churners
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| Rock and roll learners
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| Your heart’s are melting in pools
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| Of gin
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| But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye
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| A little wine would bring us closer, you and I
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| 'Cause you’re right, hypocrisy will be the death of me
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| And there’s an I before E when your spelling ecstasy
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| And you, you two
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| Did you hear the stuff that Krishna said?
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| Or know for you that Jesus' blood was shed?
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| Is it in your heart or in your head?
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| Or does the truth lie in the centre spread?
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| Anyone can have an opinion
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| Anyone can join in and jump
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| Anyone can pay or just stay away
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| Anyone can crash and thump
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| Oklahoma
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| Oklahoma
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| Oklahoma, O. K |