Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs
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In between the Princess' legs
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What with wars and floods and beggars
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Not to mention stocks and shares
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If you have a moment to spare
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Can you write and reassure me that I have seen
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They're constructing a time machine
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There will be no need for the obituary pages
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We can have any hero from the bygone ages
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'Til the truth emerges, the argument rages
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[Chorus:]
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The major and the minor
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Turn from tallow into tar
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Should we leave them in their place?
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Down in damnation's cellar
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When any form of deity that you might enjoy
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Can be conjured with a test-tube and a flame
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If it's out there then science can explain it
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Or at least remove the blame
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And if theres is anyone you'd like to see again
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The speak up quickly
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Send us back Da Vinci then we don't have to ponder
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The maddening smile of "La Giaconda"
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The critics say Nijinsky, the dancer, of course
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While the punters would probably prefer the horse
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You'll find it's quicker than history, cheaper than divorce
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[Chorus]
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Bring back Liberace or Ollie and Stan
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Shakespeare will have to wait his turn
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Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return
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I suppose we live and learn, though it's hard to believe as we
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cheerfully burn
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It's curious
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Some will call for justice.
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There are murders to solve
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What about Hitler? Or at least Lee Harvey Oswald
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Give us this day and everything we squander
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Anyone beautiful
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Somebody blonder
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They'll never please mankind, so lie back and enjoy it
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Stop press: They've just decided to destroy it
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[Chorus]
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Damnation's Cellar
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| Elvis Costello |
