(G.Kooymans/B.Hay/E.H.Roelfzema)
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Lizzy the lizard, met an angry young snake
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With forked-tongue grace, by the name of Jake
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A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
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In the chill-out room, of the 'wildlife saloon
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She admired his skin, Jake said it was fake
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And Liz said: "who cares, it don't really matter
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A question to raise,
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Why people these days
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Like slaves to a craze
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Are somehow hell bent,
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Yet always content
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With fortune's spent
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On desperately tryin' to be different
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Willy the weasel said to Sammy the snitch
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Let's go to the dogs and bet on that bitch
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The greyhound that runs like a panther
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They made a big score, went to the hi-fashion store
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They bought two suits of shark skin furs, ermine and mink
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All decked out for the next chapter
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Nancy the nympho, yelled at Lola La Leech
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"I need a permanent wave with lots a bleach,
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I wanna look like a cheap German dancer"
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She could pass for a queen, in a second hand dream
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Inside the gloom of the 'wildlife saloon
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The wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter
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A question to raise,
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Why people these days
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Like slaves to a craze
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Are somehow hell bent,
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Yet always content
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With fortune's spent
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On desperately tryin' to be different
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Desperately Trying To Be Different
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| Golden Earring |
