| I do the jiggle with a funny face
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| A Charlie Chaplin messiah
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| I’ll break into the safe
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| And light a bonfire
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| Well, if I dotted to dot my feelin’s
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| Now wouldn’t that make you feel good?
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| But I prefer my mystery to your bullshit anal world
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| I’m jumpin' out of my skin
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| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in
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| Stevie’s got the atmosphere that’s gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
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| 'Cuz there’s only one way
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| And I don’t want you to pay
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| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way
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| Savoir faire is everywhere
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| Gimme Slapstick
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| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
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| Gimme Slapstick
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| So stick your hands up, little babies
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| You’re in the cakewalk part of your life
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| Everything is uphill from here
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| But you’re starin' up at the big knife
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| They’re gonna bore your ass to pieces
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| And stick the grip tape to your bones
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| You’ll remember all the fun you had
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| But realize it was just a loan… still
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| I’m jumping out of my skin
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| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in
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| Stevie’s got the atmosphere, I’m gonna bounce you outta the herd baby
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| And there’s only one way
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| And I don’t want you to pay
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| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way
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| Savoir faire is everywhere
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| Gimme Slapstick
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| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
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| Gimme Slapstick
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| I want to get it, I wanna get it, I wanna get it up
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| I wanna make you slap your knee… Understand me… Call out for tech support…
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| Thumb your nose at the tortured times… come on, baby… Huh!
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| You’ll realize that you lost something
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| When you lose this fantasy world
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| And the nine to five’n baby thought police
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| Get you marchin' on to the dirge
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| They’re cobblin' up those Frankensteiny boots for you to wear
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| You will find it baby hard to move when they stiffin' up your big hair
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| I’m jumping out of my skin
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| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in
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| Stevie’s got the atmosphere, I’m gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
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| And there’s only one way
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| And I don’t want you to pay
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| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way
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| Savoir faire is everywhere
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| Gimme Slapstick
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| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
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| Come on Gimme Slapstick |