| He was an accident waiting to happen;
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| Most accidents happen at home
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| Maybe he should’ve gone out more often
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| Maybe he should’ve answered the phone
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| Hip-shakin', shoutin' in gold lamé:
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| That’s how he earned his regal sobriquet
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| Then he threw it all away
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| For a porcelain monkey
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| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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| Gave it all up for a figurine;
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| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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| And his face on velveteen
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| From a shotgun shack singing Pentecostal hymns
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| Through the wrought iron gates to the TV room:
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| He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand
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| It’s a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom
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| Left behind by the latest trends
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| Eating fried chicken with his regicidal friends:
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| That’s how the story ends
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| With a porcelain monkey
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| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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| Gave it all up for a figurine;
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| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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| And his face on velveteen
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| Hip-shakin', shoutin' in gold lamé:
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| That’s how he earned his regal sobriquet
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| Then he threw it all away
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| For a porcelain monkey
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| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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| Gave it all up for a figurine;
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| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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| And his face on velveteen |