| A friend of mine in a skeleton suit
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| He got a girl that he calls it
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| And she changes every other day
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| He’s awfully fit and he just can’t quit
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| And he smokes his dope with fiendish glee
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| He’s much, much older than you or me
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| A girl we know with a holy arm
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| She’s got a joke that she likes to tell
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| She tells it till the cows come home
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| And the stuff she sells is as dear as hell
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| And she picks her nose with a silver spoon
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| She’s much, much hipper but she’ll die too soon
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| Sex and drugs and rock and roll
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| Were huddled together in a bottomless hole
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| With a hidehi and a foderol
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| With a hidehi and a foderol
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| One and two and three and four
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| Make ten dead men on a barroom floor
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| And I’d really like to sing some more
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| But I’m too fucking scared of becoming a bore
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| A punk we know with a yen for boys
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| He’s got himself a kind of band
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| They’re not very good and they’re not very bad
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| We understand that they’re kind of bland
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| And he loves Rocky Horror religiously
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| He’s more of a sucker than you or me
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| He goes back home to his wife and kids |
| And he knows his life is on the skids
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| And he dunno where and he dunno know why
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| And he knows there’s something up there in the sky
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| And he doesn’t even know if he’s a girl or a guy
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| In fact all he knows is his favourite dye
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| Sex and drugs and rock and roll
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| Were huddled together in a bottomless hole
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| With a hidehi and a foderol
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| With a hidehi and a foderol
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| One and two and three and four
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| Make ten dead men on a barroom floor
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| And I’d really like to sing some more
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| But I’m too fucking scared of becoming a bore |