| He thought he was as drunk as can be
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| New white skinny rebel was he
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| Because he knew what mattered
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| It’s all in a clatter of the bands he’s seen
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| His words of wisdom would shock
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| Whether he meant them or not
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| He’d save the world
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| All the boys and the girls
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| But another single’s all he’d be
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| That’s sad
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| That’s right
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| Another night
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| Of someone else’s fantasy
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| He thought he was cool with his tunes
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| He practised the knack in his room
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| And in the evening he’d DJ
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| With the slider at eight plus
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| Believing that at his feet we swoom
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| Now he’s always there in the queue
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| While down on the dance floor it’s you
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| And when he starts playing
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| He’s up there playing
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| You don’t notice that they’re not his tunes
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| He thought he could measure the world
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| Because he loved the flag when unfurled
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| First he’s a lawyer, excellent debator
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| You should have heard the mud he hurled
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| Now you’ve seen his face on TV
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| Leading parliamentary
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| When he makes decisions
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| That meet your derision
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| He reminds us all that we’re free |