By Steve Harley / Cockney Rebel
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Hark to Roualt's white insanity,
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Clowns in drag concealing vanity,
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This is hardly Paradise,
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We're still in search of petty scorn.
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Images so dead in mourning,
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Clap and cheer the man performing,
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This is hardly Paradise,
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We're still in search of petty scorn.
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Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses,
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Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is,
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Come to Pablo Fanque's in indigo,
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We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme.
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Take a letter, Ophelia, write
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"Sorry Desdemona" bright,
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Peeking through the nimbus covers,
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We see the twisted tale of Man.
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Catch us in the cornfield hiding,
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Me, Maryse and Moonbeams gliding,
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Peeking through the nimbus covers,
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We see the twisted tale of Man.
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Careless, caress, curl up beside me,
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Visit, sleep and smile, and drown me,
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March together, slay like Nero,
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We'll show you something you understand
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(Originally this was "Now we have something you understand.")
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Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless,
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Shall he make you laugh or cry, yes,
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March together, slay like Nero,
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We'll show you something you understand.
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The other verses are from the Cockney Rebel original version. I've left them in for general interest. Also Steve and Marty performed the whole thing live at least once.
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It is time to hide my body,
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Shall we start to speak of Holly,
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I don't wanna be that superhero,
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'Til you have something we understand.
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Heard they're moving Pisces into June,
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Shall we put together a platoon,
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I don't wanna be that superhero,
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'Til you have something we understand.
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Ritz
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