Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo,
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there is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo,
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carving "v" for vandal on the guilty boy's head.
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When he's had enough of that maybe you'll take him to bed
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to teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead.
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Turn up the TV. No one listening will suspect,
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even your mother won't detect it,
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no your father won't know.
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they think that I've got no respect
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but everything means less than zero.
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Hey, ooh hey, hey, ooh hey.
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Oswald and his sister are doing it again.
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They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen.
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They've got a thousand variations: every service with a smile.
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They're gonna take a little break, and they'll be back after a while.
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well I hear that South America is coming into style.
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[Chorus]
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A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor.
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Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the law.
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He said he heard about a couple living in the USA.
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He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet.
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Let's talk about the future now we've put the past away.
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[Chorus]
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Less Than Zero
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Elvis Costello |