Now you know that¡¯s not Elgusto
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And it¡¯s most definitely not the Tongue
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And no one mistakin¡¯ it for Ozi Batla right?
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My names Urthboy, now here we go
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[Urthboy]
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The crowd all watch and shouted the shot
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Now we off and running we out of the blocks
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You¡¯ve already put in your lot
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Unable to stop like Peter, follow the leader
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Leave it all out on the line
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you¡¯ll see that faint ideas get early graves
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on top of a face to save
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there¡¯s still more mistakes you¡¯re waiting to make
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[The Tongue]
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you backing the bull or the matador son?
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I'm backing the sword, I'm backing the pen
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Its mightier than any weapon you got
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Stop
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Turn it up gus I'm ready rock
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Not
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Gonna misplace my bet now, no sweat now
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Put a thousand on those elefanttraks boys to pull their best out!
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[Ozi Batla]
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man you got no credits left now
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like a pokie addict you incorrectly adding up your takings
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who got you shaking?
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we take you to task and while the fun lasts
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the bandwagon stays gagging for the favourite
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when the underdog takes the vet to read you what your sayin'
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[Chorus]
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You backed the wrong one
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Long shots stole ya thunder
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You backed the wrong one
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You had the rug pulled out from under
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You backed the wrong one
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You fall in, we all in
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Hate to be the one to break it to you but you backed the wrong one
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[Ozi Batla]
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The sound of those drums make this field look like a cattle run
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You wasted your time making those tallys of battles won
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But that all comes to naught so hold that thought
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Until your nose is past the last post
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charge glasses and make it the winning toast
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Who¡¯s having the last laugh?
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[Urthboy]
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Well you looking at him and you wouldn¡¯t want him to be getting ahead
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so you putting one on him but who are you conning?
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the one just born, From the Titanic, come up from the storm
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you backed the forward, we pulled your card
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built it on sand we pull it apart
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forget your class forget your cast, it¡¯s how you carry your scars
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[The Tongue]
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Its funny how moments are frozen in time
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Vital mistakes turn to stone in your mind
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They whip you across that finishing line
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And theres always another whose better designed
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Is it luck? Is it faith? Is it skill is it talent?
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Coordination, strength and balance?
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Or none of them, or the sum of them, standing on giants shoulders in humbeling......
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[Chorus] {X2}
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The Wrong One (featuring Ozi Batla & The Tongue)
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| Urthboy |
