| Bozo, bozo, bozo, you’re an idiot
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| Always talk too much, let’s not get into it
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| Why you so sad? |
| Where’d that pretty face go?
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| Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll spit it out like cinnamon
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| Bozo, bozo, bozo, better speak up (Up)
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| Tip-toeing round the block, I didn’t see ya
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| Why you so sad? |
| Only if you say so
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| I, I told them everything, I swear I didn’t mean to
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| Welcom to the party, thank you very much
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| Look at what you started, I won’t know been numb
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| Dancing round th subject 'til my legs wear
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| And dancing round the subject 'til my legs wear
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| Bozo, bozo, bozo, you’re an idiot
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| Could you just indulge me for a little bit?
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| Why you so sad? |
| Nothing’s gonna change
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| Oversharing to the friends I made by lying on the internet, yeah
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| Bozo, bozo, bozo, you’re so callous
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| You know how I get when I get jealous
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| Why you so sad? |
| Back in San Diego
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| I, I, I told them everything, I’ve never been so reckless, no
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| Welcome to the party, thank you very much
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| Look at what you started, I won’t know been numb
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| Dancing round the subject 'til my legs wear
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| And dancing round the subject 'til my legs wear
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| Welcome to the party, thank you very much
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| If you wanna get me talking now then had enough
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| Dancing round the subject 'til my legs wear
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| And dancing round the subject 'til my legs wear
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| (You keep everything the same)
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| (I thank you anyway too)
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| (I thank you very, very much)
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| (I thank you)
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| I would give you all the things that I should keep to myself
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| Bozo, bozo, bozo, you’re an idiot
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| Snap your fingers, flick your wrist and I’ll get intimate
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| Why you so sad? |
| Cause along the table
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| Caught me off-the-scale though, got some trauma I’m not feeling it
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| Bozo, bozo, bozo, want it all back
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| Must have blocked it out, I don’t recall that
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| Why you so sad? |
| Make them play the scapegoat
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| I told you everything, I hope nobody saw that |