1977 and we are going mad
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It's 1977 and we've seen too many ads
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1977 and we're gonna show them all
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That apathy's a drag
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My mind is like a plastic bag
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That corresponds to all those ads
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It sucks up all the rubbish
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That is fed in through by ear
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I eat Kleenex for breakfast
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And use soft hygienic Weetabix
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To dry my tears
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My mind is like a switchboard
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With crossed and tangled lines
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Contented with confusion
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That is plugged into my head
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I don't know what's going on
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It's the operator's job, not mine
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I said
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My dreams I daren't remember
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Or tell you what I've seen
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I've dreamt that I was Hitler
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The ruler of the sea
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The ruler of the universe
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The ruler of the supermarket
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And even fatalistic me
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Plastic Bag
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| X-Ray Spex |
