Our lives are run by ego freaks a walking book of rules who seems
To keep you in your pidgeon holes and fuss when your soul steps out of line
Stay in line, now, old boy. There's a good chap.
She was a lady of charm
String of young boys on each arm
She was good to those who took off all their clothes and played guitar
Love comes love goes anyway your mind blows
Wham bam thank you mam
We'll boogie till the rooster crows
He lived alone love for none
He said pain never hurt anyone
Surprise surprise! consumption on the floor
Stretcher out the door and that was it
God forsaken empty shell
forgotten in a bad smell
Wham bam look out Sam
The devil claims his own to moan in hell
Shang-a-lang-a, Shang-a-du-lang, Shang-a-lang-a
Sa-i-di ma-moon, sa-i-di ma-moon, Sa-i-di gris gris
Just hold your breath and close your eyes turn the corner of surprise and there you are
Our lives are run by ego freaks a walking book of rules who seems
To keep you in your pidgeon holes and fuss when your soul steps out of line
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