| There’s a Fat Cat sitting in a Caddilac
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| Riding ten feet off the floor
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| Who says I used to do a little, but I couldn’t get enough
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| And so a little got more and more.
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| Well I’ve nothing to show for all these years —
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| But it still makes me smile
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| That the ones you always hear the most
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| Say nothing that’s worthwhile.
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| No gold, no frankincense or myrrh we bring
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| Just faith and this burnt offering
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| So raise your voice with mine and sing
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| A hymn to long lost causes.
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| Pledge allegiance to pretence
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| The white flag of indifference
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| You sought a grail forged of fools gold
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| And on the quest your souls were sold.
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| Living the life of milk and honey
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| I bet it tastes real sweet
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| Now the chicks are queueing cus
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| They all want screwing down on Institution street.
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| Does it feel so cool when you act
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| The fool with Charlie, H and E?
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| Well to my way of thinking there’s
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| A whole lot of nothing where your
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| Brains should be.
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| This planet burns and you couldn’t really care
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| That your head (unlike the Earth) is full of air
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| If there’s anybody in there — time has come to face the real world
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| They’re walking tall yet heading nowhere
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| Shouting loud but saying nothing
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| So empty-headed, hollow hearted
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| Tell me how this farce got started
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| If there’s anybody in there — time has come to face the real world.
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| REPEAT CHORUS |