Hey Mister!
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Hey Mister
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When you woke up this morning
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did you feel all alone?
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Did you get a grip on yourself?
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Were you just flesh and bone?
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Did you long for the centerfold spread
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of some bimbo girl magazine
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to appear by your side
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and physically question your manhood
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and make you come clean?
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Hey!
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Hey mister!
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All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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When you woke up this morning
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did you feel like hell?
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Did you think that some Jehovah's Witness
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was a-ringing your bell?
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Did you think you were in Babylon?
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Did you take a good look around?
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Or did you stick your head out the window
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and find you could not make a sound?
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Hey!
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Hey mister!
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All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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When you woke up this morning
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did you get up and go?
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Did you take a good look at yourself in the mirror
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and go on with the show?
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Did you picture yourself
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as a Leonardo Da Vinci with wrinkles and curls
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Or did you see just another piece of modern art
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Like "The Peppermint Tower in Praise of Greedy Little Girls"?
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Hey!
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Hey mister!
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All you need is a little rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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I got a soddin' cramp in me pinkie!!
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Hey Mister!
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| Neil Innes |
