| He’s a whole lotta man
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| with his strip-mine tan.
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| Keks are from Rome (and he can take up the hem on his own).
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| And you can watch him primp and preen
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| -there's a certain lack of clarity behind the screens-
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| possibly psychotic but he sounds alright on the phone.
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| Oh Man of Foam
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| What you gonna do if he follows you home?
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| There will come a day
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| when the moth meets the napthalene.
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| Oh baby he will drive your car
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| (spunked a monkey in the Jaguar).
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| Welcome to the Pleasure Dome,
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| Man of Foam
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| Always been a dapper Dan
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| (but he hasn’t been the same since the Dim Sum ban).
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| Gob stopper name
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| and no-one to blame for it all.
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| When the push has come to shove
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| what will he inscribe in the Book of Love?
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| Basking in the glow
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| with the sun down low on the wall
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| Oh Man of Foam,
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| up upon the blocks until the cows come home.
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| Feeling quite liverish for one of his kidney and tone.
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| The ad said there were goons for hire
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| but he’s still reeling from the Reichstag fire.
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| See you when the cows have flown
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| Man of Foam.
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| Plucky little wolverine
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| down in the cellar with a strict routine:
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| muscular demands and the paraffin keeping it warm.
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| Hopes that it won’t be too soon
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| that the lump doctor wants him for the afternoon.
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| Waiting for the ferry
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| by the Sea of Storms…
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| Oh Man of Foam
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| tripping off your tits in the nursing home.
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| Cheeky little pill
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| and for 12 hours wiggle and drone.
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| No-one knows what the fuck you mean,
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| Just another crazy day on this hill of beans.
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| Take me where the Wyvern roam,
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| Man of Foam… |