(Ron Mael)
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Someday we'll have one extra coastline
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We'll tire of the Atlantic
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By then we'll be rid of your lot
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A shot heard 'round the world will soon be shot,
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Will soon be shot
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'Til then have some tea and tobacco
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Hey Jenny meet your master
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Be nice, show him kindness and such
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Be kind to our master
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But of feeling is a-brewing that we don't need any masters
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'Cause we all can be a master and we all can be a king
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We speak and we sing the way that you do
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And showed you our hospitality on parade
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But now we are we, we're no longer you
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Tara to that hospitality on parade
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Today you're going to find their descendants
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In places all around you
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You're faced with the easiest task
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How best to act a king when always treated like a king
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Lunch counters, at banks and the theatre
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Kind help right there to serve you
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Men selling, and girls selling too
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And everyone's special
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We all are someone special
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Yes, we all are someone special
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For we all are someone special
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Where the customer is king
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Whoever you are, whoever you bring
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You'll find that hospitality on parade
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However you look, you're always a king
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Wherever there's hospitality on parade
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I'm special, you're special
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He's special, she's special
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We're all someone special
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And i am the king
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(Chorus)
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Whoever you are, whoever you bring
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You'll find that hospitality on parade
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However you look, you're always a king
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Where ever there's hospitality on parade
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Hospitality On Parade
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| Sparks |
