| I’m the man with the lightbulb head
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| I turn myself on in the dark
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| I’m the man with the lightbulb head
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| I turn myself on for a lark
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| And how’s about you, my pretty one?
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| Do you still roll and dream of bees?
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| How’s about you, my pretty one?
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| Do you still dream of bees?
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| I’m the man with the lightbulb head
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| I turn myself on all the time
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| I’m alone like a queen in bed
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| With a barrel of vodka and lime
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| And how’s about you, my pretty one?
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| Do you still smear yourself with jam?
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| How’s about you, my pretty one?
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| Do you know who I am?
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| «Daddy, it’s the man with the lightbulb head.»
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| «Avert your eyes from his gaze, Junior, and we may yet be saved.»
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| «But Daddy… it’s you!»
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| «You're too late. |
| I've come to turn you on. |
| Huhahaha!»
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| «I'm the man with the lightbulb head
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| I turn myself on in the dark
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| I’m the man with the lightbulb head
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| I turn myself on for a lark.»
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| «Excuse me, madam, is this your brain?» |