| Look who’s pulling up outside
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| With a trunk full of fun and a European ride
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| Heard that you were going far away
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| And we are all so happy son
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| That we were on the way
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| You’re a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
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| Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
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| We know that you’re working for the devil
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| Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
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| Stood in line to get burned
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| Hey baby doll
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| Your reservation is confirmed
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| Tell the boss I’ve got her on the way
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| And he said with a smile
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| That’s the seventh one today
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| You’re a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
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| Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
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| We know that you’re working for the devil
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| Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
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| How’d you get so mean and nasty
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| I didn’t want you to come to my party anyway
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| He’s going to play you a dream
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| Dress you up in chocolate
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| And finish you with cream
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| Squeeze you till you’re warm and woozy
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| And then pop you on the saddle of a silver moto guzzi
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| You’re a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
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| Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
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| We know that you’re working for the devil
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| Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones |