| Shopping Center crazy
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| I need some fast relief
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| The boss says, «Boy, you’re lazy»
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| But I’m just bored beyond belief
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| Laid off since last summer
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| Man, this really takes the cake
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| This town is like a prison
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| And I just got to make my break
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| They say «Be cautious, little mister»
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| They shove it down your throat
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| I’m 'bout to choke — choke
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| I’m nauseous — my transistor’s 'bout the
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| Only antidote to keep my temperature
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| From runnin' wild
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| Let me hear that radio!
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| There’s a rage in the cage
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| There’s a rage in the cage
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| Sweet Diana to the rescue
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| Hot potato to my aid
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| She’s the girl with the swirl
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| Like air-conditioned lemonade
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| But the lady’s on the hot-plate
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| Daddy’s threatened to disown
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| Handcuffed tight in a chain of events
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| I guess I’m out here on my own
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| It don’t take a PhD
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| To know I’m goin' nowhere fast
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| I’ve got to move — I’m on the move
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| It don’t take much to see
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| This town is livin' in the past
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| They all just seem to wanna tie me down
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| Let me hear that radio!
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| I wanna rock it
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| I’ve got to rock it
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| I’ve gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here
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| This town is wearin' ear plugs
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| I’m of age and loose to juice
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| But they say Stop! |
| Stop!
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| There’s a fire in the furnace
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| Breakin' out and breakin' loose
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| You know I’m just about to lose my mind
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| They don’t want me paralyzed
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| They just want me neutralized |