| Oh, hey there Bighead
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| Bighead, you’re alright
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| Wasted, feeling, feeling alright
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| Well he walks with his head up high
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| Flips a wink and wonders why
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| He never gets his wool
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| Maybe he’s a stone-blessed pharoah tease
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| And maybe he speaks Manganese
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| She couldn’t really care about it Hey there Bighead
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| You Bighead, you’re alright
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| He’s wasted, but feeling, he’s feeling alright
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| Well she drives with her eyes straight ahead
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| Always win cause she never said
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| Anything to lead you in Out with her head up high, a tasty twisted lullaby
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| She couldn’t really care about this
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| Hey there Bighead
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| You Bighead, you’re alright
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| He’s wasted, but feeling, he’s feeling alright
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| When the jig is up you’ll find yourself
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| With just your hand
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| By the Thermador you’ll stay
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| Cause at least it keeps you warm
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| Hey there Bighead
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| Bighead, you’re alright
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| When the jig is up you’ll find yourself
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| With just your hand
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| By the Thermador you’ll stay
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| Cause at least it keeps you warm
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| Yeah
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| Hey there Bighead
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| You Bighead, you’re alright
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| He’s wasted, but feeling, he’s feeling alright
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| Alright, alright, alright |