[Fade in chorus]
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(You see, it goes like this)
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Momma, don't you turn away
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Just because I've gone astray
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Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a sorry man
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I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set
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But let us not forget about the man who decided to dedicate his life to the jetset
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He is now just a shadow of his former self
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And dark clouds hover overhead
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The living dead, move over, you see it goes like this
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I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in my way
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I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day
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Well
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I myself do not think that such a raw ambition, his disposition
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To be a sin in itself, though
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Should we not forget about the mess that he got himself in
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Where now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a typhoon
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Earthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us
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'Cause he was steppin' on us, steppin' over people
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And this is how the story goes, folks
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I will go undefeated, I'll be protected
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You think you're big time, I'll show you big time
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Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair
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Once he got his foot in the door,
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well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,
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funny fella though, always had a joke or two,
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but be careful, the joke could be on you
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Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,
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the monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow
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He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high
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He would swear he could touch the sky
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But the sky was the limit
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He was calling, he was crawling, riddled by the immensities of life,
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ladies of the night would call all hours of the day, every day, all day,
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calling for his mommy when the day was done
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Yes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight,
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And his eyes belied his smile awhile,
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Calling for his mummy but his mummy didn't come
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Once he got his foot in the door,
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well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,
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funny fella though, always had a joke or two,
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but be careful, the joke could be on you
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Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,
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the monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow
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He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high
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He would swear he could touch the sky
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But the sky was the limit
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I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in my way
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I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day
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I will go undefeated, I'll be protected
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You think you're big time, I'll show you big time
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Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair
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The ID
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Moloko |