(Kinky Friedman)
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Well, I'm here to say I got turned away from Studio 54
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Back to neon lights and lonely nights and saw-dust on the floor
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And if she ever loved me, she don't love me anymore,
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And if anyone should ask me, here's who I'm singing for:
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For the people who read People Magazine,
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For the soap opera lovers, for the home-town bowling team,
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For everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
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For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
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Now if you're too New York for Texas, too Texas for L.A.
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You been chasing trends like rainbow ends but you're always just a song away
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And if the White House wouldn't have ya, play in every little honky-tonk and bar
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The good Lord made the Heavens, ah but He never made a star.
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No, its the people who read People Magazine,
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It's the soap opera lovers, its the home-town bowling team,
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It's everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
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For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
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And to tell you the truth this telephone booth gets lonesome in the rain,
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But son, I'm 21 in Nashville and I'm 43 in Maine.
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And when your mama gets home, would you tell her I phoned, it'd take a life-time to explain
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That I'm a country-picker with a bumper-sticker that says: “God Bless John Wayne”.
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And bless the people who read People Magazine,
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Bless the soap opera lovers, bless the home-town bowling team,
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Bless everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
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For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
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Bless the people who read people who read People Magazine.
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People Who Read People Magazine
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| Kinky Friedman |
