| An imitation from New York
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| You’re made in Japan
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| From cheese and chalk
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| You’re hippy tarts hero
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| 'cos you put on bad show
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| Oh don’t it show
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| Still oh out on those pills
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| Oh do you remember
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| Think it is well playing Max’s Kansas
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| You’re looking bored
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| And you’re acting flash
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| With nothing in your gut
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| You better keep yer mouth shut
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| You better keep yer mouth shut
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| In a rut
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| Still oh out on those pills
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| Do the sambo
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| You four years on
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| You still look the same
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| I think about time
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| You changed your brain
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| You’re just a pile of shit
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| You’re coming to this
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| Ya poor little faggot
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| You’re sealed with a kiss
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| Kiss me
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| Think it’s well playing in Japan
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| When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
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| You’re just a pile of shit
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| You’re coming to this
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| Ya poor little faggot
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| You’re sealed with a kiss
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| Still oh out on those pills
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| Cheap thrills Anadins
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| Aspros anything you’re condemned
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| To eternal bullshit
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| You’re sealed with a kiss
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| Kiss me
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| A kiss a kiss you’re sealed with a kiss
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| A looking for a kiss you’re coming to this
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| I wanna kiss anything
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| Oh kiss this batty boy |