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| Hey, you! Sitting there all alone! I said, hey, you! Like you're in the ozone! Hey, you! What'd you come here for? Yeah, my goodness life is hard! That's why you need someone there To ask you how your day went, Someone who really cares. It's better to have a stranger Shoot you an icy cold glare Than a forty-five round Through the head! And there's going to be some shame, So we close our eyes And forget about all The stupid social jive! It'd be nice to relive The glitter days of Rock, But Little Richard gave it all up In the name of God! Hey, you! With the tattoos on your arms! I said, hey, you! With hair down to the floor! Hey, you! What the hell did YOU come for? You know, conservatives were picketing For a nuclear plant, Then they crashed into the ballroom And beat up all the fags! After us two-legged animals Got up and danced To Hank the Space Monkey And his Cosmic Band. And all the handsome young studs Swarmed fathoms deep Around the queen bee 'Till she couldn't breathe! There was young Hans Acting studly and rich 'Till he got his ass kicked By some military bitch! Someone hit the switch To the video screen, Turned off all the lights, And the girls screamed! They were shooting smack, smoking crack And begging for more, Then the vice squad attacked And laid them on the floor! I said, "Shame on you!" (Their brains were warped enough!) I said, "Shame on you!" Shame, shame! Shame, shame! |
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