| Why don’t you look at the price I’m paying?
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| Walk in, take a look inside,
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| I’ve moved back the tables and chairs to the wall.
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| The valuable things I’ve had to hide.
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| Chorus:
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| Open up the red box.
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| Come on, open it up.
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| Open up the red box.
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| Come on, open it up.
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| Peer in, looking for that crasher again.
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| You ruined Terry’s party last night.
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| An overweight greasy little man with a mouth
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| That opens more than now and again.
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| (Chorus)
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| Something good must have happened to you.
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| If you would let it happen to you,
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| If you could let it happen to you,
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| Something good would have happened.
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| Lopez, I hate you for the state you’re in.
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| Lopez, your hair, it washes out, it washes in.
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| You ropey little fat boy, Lopez.
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| Come on get lost.
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| (Chorus)
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| Something good must have happened to you.
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| If you would let it happen to you,
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| If you could let it happen to you,
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| Something good would have happened.
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| I’m out of my head. |