(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)
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I've got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi
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Guess what-I'm stirring it with a monkey's paw
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Since I saw you coming out of my barber's shop
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In that skimpy little halter top
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Did you light the candles? Did you put on "Kind of Blue?"
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Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?
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He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure
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Like every other unindicted coconspirator
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Mata Hari had a house in France
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Where she worked on all her secret plans
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Men were falling for her sight unseen
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She was a genius
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There's a a face in every window of the Songwriters' Neighborhood
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Everybody's your best friend when you're doing well-I mean good
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The poet who lived next door when you were young and poor
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Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneur
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Albert Einstein was a ladies' man
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While he was working on his universal plan
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He was making out like Charlie Sheen
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He was a genius
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When you dropped me and you staked your claim
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On a V.I.P. who could make your name
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You latched on to him and I became
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A minor inconvenience
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Your protege don't care about art
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I'm the one who always told you you were smart
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You broke my heart into smithereens
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And that took genius
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You and the barber make a handsome pair
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Guess what-I never liked the way he cut your hair
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I didn't like the way he turned your head
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But there's nothing I can do or say I haven't done or said
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Everybody needs a place to stand
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And a method for their schemes and scams
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If I could only get my record clean
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I'd be a genius
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Genius
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Warren Zevon |