People say that they want to be free
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They look at him and they look at me
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But it's only themselves they're wanting to see
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And everybody knows about it
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We talk all night and we're all turned on
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We believe we heard him singing his song
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Telling us all there was work to be done
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And everyone sung a chorus of I am the walrus
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Yes Disneyland has come to town
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Everyone's dressed and standing around
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Alice is wearing her sexiest gown
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But she doesn't want you to look at her
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Beautiful people are queuing to drown
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They wait for the lifeguard to put on his crown
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But he's up at the other end of town
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Trying to talk to the mirror
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The scientist talks and he knows what he means
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He sits on the floor and has beautiful dreams
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Then he gets brought down by a woman who screams
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But he knows it's only a record¡¦ Oh yes it is
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His brave new girl stops feeding the ants
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And looks at him with her septic pants
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She still knows how to make him dance
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And forget about emancipation¡¦ it's just imagination
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And you and I we sit and hum
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We know something's got to come
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And get us off our endless bum
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There's probably one in the bathroom
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Or even in the hall
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I don't know anymore than you do
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In fact I don't know anything at all
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Song For Insane Times
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Kevin Ayers |