| When you woke up this morning
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| Did you feel all alone?
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| Did you get a grip on yourself?
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| Were you just flesh and bone?
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| Did you long for the centerfold spread
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| Of some bimbo girl magazine
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| To appear by your side
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| And physically question your manhood
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| And make you come clean?
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| Hey!
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| Hey mister!
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| All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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| When you woke up this morning
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| Did you feel like hell?
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| Did you think that some Jehovah’s Witness
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| Was a-ringing your bell?
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| Did you think you were in Babylon?
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| Did you take a good look around?
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| Or did you stick your head out the window
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| And find you could not make a sound?
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| Hey!
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| Hey mister!
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| All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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| When you woke up this morning
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| Did you get up and go?
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| Did you take a good look at yourself in the mirror
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| And go on with the show?
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| Did you picture yourself
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| As a Leonardo Da Vinci with wrinkles and curls
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| Or did you see just another piece of modern art
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| Like «The Peppermint Tower in Praise of Greedy Little Girls»?
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| Hey!
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| Hey mister!
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| All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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| I got a soddin' cramp in me pinkie! |