i cant remember anything that happened at the time of my birth, but i heard tales that some guys in superfunny cloaks with earpieces spanked me and made me cry and all. What did we ever do to these guys that made them so violent?Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours.Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine.Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time. Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly.Oh-Oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore.I don't care what they say about us anyway.I don't care 'bout that. I suppose that is worse way enough to start a carbon based life or whatever they call it. I just consider it an Act and now the Act Second is over, I am in the third waiting for the curtains to fall, But i don't want no Applause and there will be no encore, a play No more..
anyway thanks for coming or at least for pretending, you lovable phoneys.
Lyrically, musically& madly not yours,
Danny Rotten
anyway thanks for coming or at least for pretending, you lovable phoneys.
Lyrically, musically& madly not yours,
Danny Rotten
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