| You remind me of someone
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| Cocky Aussie son of a gun
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| September 5th, 1939
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| Oh, what a glorious day to die
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| When everything was on the brink
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| Compromises make you ill
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| Now everything worth dreaming of
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| Keeps you awake at night
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| It’s not at all worth thinking of
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| You had your fun and that’s enough
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| You looked just like Lazenby, talked just Bruce Lee
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| But under the canopies you were just like me
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| You remind me of someone
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| Serenading everyone
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| You resort to soapy rituals
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| From when the world was young and fair
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| It’s not at all worth thinking of
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| You had your fun surely that’s enough
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| You looked just like Lazenby, talked just like Bruce Lee
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| But under the canopy you were just like me
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| You remind me of someone
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| Could have been a champion
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| Oh, could have been a many splendid things
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| But somehow got away
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| It’s not something we talk about
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| But even so, there’s little doubt
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| You look just like Lazenby, talk just like Bruce Lee
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| But under the canopy you were just like me
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| Back them like Lazenby, fight just like Bruce Lee
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| Forget about broccoli you were just like me |