| I’m sitting on a hilltop looking at a traffic jam
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| Laughin' at the people as they drive as fast as they can
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| But five miles an hour won’t get them very far
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| They’ll still be sitting in their car
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| Sitting on a hilltop lookin' at the rushed out crowed
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| The words that they’re yelling have got to make their mamas proud
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| But at the rate their goin' its gonna be about a year
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| Before they get to second gear
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| I’m sitting on a hilltop lookin at the city move
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| It makes a lot of noise but it can’t seem to find a groove
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| People took my advice they tried to slow things down
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| Stop and take a look around
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| See me sitting on a hilltop lookin' at 'em look at me
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| They see a smile on my face and my hair blowin in the breeze
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| Maybe just one of them will stop and say hello
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| And sit awhile before they go
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| It’s time to time to play the music
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| It’s time to light the lights
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| It’s time to get things started for another show tonight
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| It’s time to put on make up
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| It’s time to do something right
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| It’s time to play the music on the Muppet Show tonight |