Oh, hey there Bighead
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Bighead, you're alright
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Wasted, feeling, feeling alright
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Well he walks with his head up high
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Flips a wink and wonders why
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He never gets his wool
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Maybe he's a stone-blessed pharoah tease
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And maybe he speaks Manganese
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She couldn't really care about it
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Hey there Bighead
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You Bighead, you're alright
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright
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Well she drives with her eyes straight ahead
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Always win cause she never said
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Anything to lead you in
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Out with her head up high, a tasty twisted lullaby
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She couldn't really care about this
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Hey there Bighead
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You Bighead, you're alright
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright
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When the jig is up you'll find yourself
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With just your hand
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By the Thermador you'll stay
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Cause at least it keeps you warm
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Hey there Bighead
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Bighead, you're alright
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When the jig is up you'll find yourself
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With just your hand
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By the Thermador you'll stay
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Cause at least it keeps you warm
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Yeah
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Hey there Bighead
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You Bighead, you're alright
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He's wasted, but feeling, he's feeling alright
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Alright, alright, alright
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Bighead
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| The Exies |
