| Sit at the desk
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| Look at the screen
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| Think about the girl you could have been
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| Ponder your little big mistakes
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| And the difference they won’t make
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| City lights glow
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| For the big show
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| Make it a bit of doe
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| Do what you know
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| But if you cannot see the stars then
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| You don’t know where you are
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| In the universe, really quite large
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| Put some perspective in your glass
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| Or you better prepare your frown
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| For a life of sitting down
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| Your parents had sex
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| Maybe you were planned
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| Maybe you were told that you were planned
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| But the world can now confirm
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| That you were the quickest sperm
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| You were designed, designed to move
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| So get a move on, sing a little song
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| Pull a rabbit from a hat
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| Cause it won’t be coming back
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| Lighten up Roy feel a bit of joy
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| Get a bit of romance in your loins
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| Make love in the driving rain
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| And continue the cosmic chain
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| One goes out, one goes in
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| One’s got great cheeky grin
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| One’s the captain of the sea
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| Don’t take it all so seriously
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| You were the quickest little sperm |