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Yes I
Wondered who the fuck you were
Fat clown in an evening gown
Show up late
And burn the bank down
Jump up like harem scarem
Don't like the shoes, but I'll wear 'em
Yes I
Spoofed a spoof
Sensitive, yet bulletproof
Say yes to the grand champine
Pay the rent, keep the dishes clean
I got stuck in black tar
Going to Vienna, just around the streetcar
Mr. Miscellaneous
I trust you will combust
Goth girls holler in the bright cafes
I call it corn, you call it maize
Sleeping in the back of a car
My guitars, très bizarre
Properties en masse
Messing with the monkeys behind the glass
He's got the whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
The tribulations and the
Whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
He's got the whole world
In his hands
Throw out
The data that you advocated
Rebuke the school that you graduated
Enthralling, whole calling
She's the best and you're appalling
Not sly, you're blatant
You're so late
Not late, you're latent
The proof is on the audio tape
Caught your friend running down the fire escape
I go
Bangkok to Antioch
Elevator music like jazz or jazz-rock
Not wallow, dip like a swallow
Scary chariot like Apollo
No fence, no filter
Blow off the broad, yet jump just jilt her
Not plump, she's plumpish
Frumpish, bumpish, lumpish, jumpish