| You’ve got to come into my kitchen for a crime
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| You’ve got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite
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| I’m gonna tell you what to do about yourself
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| Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health
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| Made of paper and glue
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| You’re a Rubik’s cube
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| You can buy it in cans, tin cans
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| You were always the first
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| But I think you’ve got your hands reversed
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| Hands reversed
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| Hands reversed
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| And cool for sure
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| Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
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| Trying to color in between the dotted lines
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| Your only souvenir’s a suitcase full of sand
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| But when you feel like you’re a million then I feel like I’m a grand
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| Made of paper and glue
|
| You’re a Rubik’s cube
|
| You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
|
| You were always the first
|
| But I think you’ve got your hands reversed
|
| Hands reversed
|
| Hands reversed
|
| And cool for sure
|
| Made of paper and glue
|
| You’re a Rubik’s cube
|
| You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
|
| You were always the first
|
| But I think you’ve got your hands reversed
|
| Hands reversed
|
| Hands reversed
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| And cool for sure |