| Got a call from a clown down in London town
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| Said he’s got a great idea
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| When he started to spew what he wanted to do
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| It filled me full of loathing and fear
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| Yeah it filled me full of loathing and fear
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| He said I got a 'zine, and I think it’d be keen
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| To match you up with one of our blokes
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| Said he’d gave it a try, but it didn’t fly
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| Now he’s the butt of all of our jokes
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| Yeah he’s the butt of all of our jokes
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| And I said Captain
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| See you later
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| Say Captain
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| Goodbye
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| Well we started laying down some tracks
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| And behind our American backs
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| He was playing with some evil toys
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| I said you may not want my advice
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| But that piano over there might sound nice
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| He just insisted on that synthesized voice
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| And that just didn’t sit right with the boys
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| Well that put and end to it
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| And he politely packed his shit
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| He said, «Country sucks» and he shoved on out the door
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| I know you’re so-and-so from some band
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| And you mighta been good
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| But I’ll be damned if I’m going to take that anymore
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| No I’m not going to sit here and drink that anymore
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| So I’ll say Captain
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| See you later
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| Say Captain
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| Goodbye
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| Yeah I say Captain
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| See you later
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| Say Captain
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| Goodbye |