| It's a god-awful small affair
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| To the girl with the mousy hair
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| But her mommy is yelling: «No!»
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| And her daddy has told her to go
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| But her friend is nowhere to be seen
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| Now she walks through her sunken dream
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| To the seat with the clearest view
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| And she's hooked to the silver screen
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| But the film is a saddening bore
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| 'Cause she's lived it ten times or more
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| She could spit in the eyes of fools
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| As they ask her to focus on...
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| Sailors fighting in a dance hall
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| Oh man! |
| Look at those cavemen go
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| It's the freakiest show
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| Take a look at the lawman
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| Beating up the wrong guy
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| Oh man! |
| Wonder if he'll ever know
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| He's in the best selling show
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| Is there life on Mars?
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| It's on America's tortured brow
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| That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
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| Now the workers have struck for fame
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| 'Cause Lennon's on sale again
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| See the mice in their million hordes
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| From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
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| Rule Britannia is out of bounds
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| To my mother, my dog and clowns
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| But the film is a saddening bore
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| 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
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| It's about to be writ again
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| As I ask you to focus on...
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| Sailors fighting in the dance hall
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| Oh man! |
| Look at those cavemen go
|
| It's the freakiest show
|
| Take a look at the lawman
|
| Beating up the wrong guy
|
| Oh man! |
| Wonder if he'll ever know
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| He's in the best selling show
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| Is there life on Mars? |