He's a friend to all the stars
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Made a fortune selling cars
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Not beyond a little sleaze
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He's Mr. White Keys
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Wifey loves the tanning booth
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Just a little altered truth
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Made America's Who's Who
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If he could do it so could you
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Sheltered in tax brackets
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Higher than an angel's cloud
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Pontificates on rackets
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And cheats on his wife with his pals
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Once he met a musician
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Shook his hand like a soul man
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Not a lot like you or me
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He's Mr. White Keys
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He climbs into daddy's Benz
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And goes collecting the rents
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Of those Welfare cheats
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A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat
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He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet
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He said he'd rather own the whole damn town
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Than be graceful or be well-endowed (wow)
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He exaggerates a bit
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Foot and mouth, a perfect fit
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He's the one who tried the cheese
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He's Mr. White Keys
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I feel sorry for the guy
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I laugh when I see his shtick
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All that poor bastard wanted
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Was to make it with the beautiful chicks
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But that don't excuse the prick
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He's Mr. White Keys, he's Mr. White Keys
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He's Mr. White Keys, hey!
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He's Mr. White Keys, he's Mr. White Keys
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He's Mr. White Keys, hey!
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He's Mr. White Keys, he's Mr. White Keys
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Hey, Mr. White Keys, oh!
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He climbs into daddy's Benz
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And goes collecting the rents
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Of those Welfare cheats
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Mr. White Keys
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
