(Music: Carl Wilson, lyrics: Myrna Smith)
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You invite me to pick up my award
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After all the time I've been out here
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My music is still the same
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Why is it just now getting there?
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Wonder why this one got such play?
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Wonder why all the fuss is made?
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Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
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Who's the judge of this anyway?
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My music said what I had to say
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Who decides if it's wrong or right?
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The authority with such insite?
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Wonder why this one got such play?
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Wonder why all the fuss is made?
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Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
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We thought you wanted to be a star
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You worked so hard to get this far
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You played all the small time scenes
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We just wanted to fulfill your dreams
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You won a grammy, you won a grammy
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You won a grammy, you won a grammy
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Don't think I want to be bothered at all
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Maybe I'll just give them a call
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I won't go through pomp and circumstance
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Anyway, my music isn't fancy
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You invite me to share my fame
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I've decided not to play your game
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Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
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We thought you wanted to be a star
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The Grammy
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| Carl Wilson |
