CHORUS
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Who do you want to be today?
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Who do you want to be?
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Who do you want to be today?
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Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?
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Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
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Nothing could be worse
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than when there's nothing on T.V.
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I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
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I've been reborn so many times
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I can't remember them all
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(And I say)
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CHORUS
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Just like someone on T.V.!
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I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
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I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
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I might just be a fashion star
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All dressed in frilly rags
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Or perhaps I'll cross the other side
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and walk around in
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Drag!
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CHORUS
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Just like somebody on T.V.!
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Do you like to be just like a rock
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in the middle of the sea
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Do you want to suffer by yourself
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in a pool of blissful misery
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Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
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With a rosary in your hand
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Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a
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stranger in a
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Strange, strange land
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Would you rather push the buttons
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And be feared by all humanity
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Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
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Do you wanna be stupid, just like me
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CHORUS
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Just like somebody on T.V.!
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Who do you want to be . . . . . . .
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Who Do You Want to Be?
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| Oingo Boingo |
