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Here’s another sunday morning callYer hear yer head-a-banging on the doorSlip your shoes on and then out you crawlInto a day that couldn’t give you moreBut what for? And in your head do you feelWhat you’re not supposed to feelAnd You take what you wantBut you won’t get it for freeAnd You need more timeCos

Baby the time is right to tell it all like it isAnd now that I feel god like there’s nothing that can’t be kissedThe name of a lonely soul is scratched into my brainHe thought he was king creoleUntil he found out, until he found out He sits upon a throneHe lives a sleazy lieBut

Put yer money where yer mouth isYer mamma sez that you was realPut yer money where yer mouth isYer mamma sez that you was real Ready or not, come what mayThe bets are going down for judgement daySo put yer money in yer mouthAnd your hands right upon the wheel Put yer money where yer

Paint no illusion, try to click with what ya gotTaste every potion cos if yer like yerself a lotGo let it out, go let it out, go let it out Life is precocious in a most peculiar waySister psychosis don’t got a lot to sayShe go let it out, she go let it in, she

Little James, we’re all the sameThey always seem to look to usBut we weren’t meant to be grown upsThank you for your smileYou make it all worthwhile to us You live for your toys, even though they make noiseHave you ever played with plastercineOr even tried a trampolineThank you for your smileYou make it all