| Here’s father, his heart screwed on
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| Yes, here he’s got it I’m sure
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| 'Cause he lost his life in an accident
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| Found his heart in the man next door
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| What exactly’s gonna happen
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| When they do transplant the brain
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| Will my borrowed brain still compute the same
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| Or will my daughter suffer so much more
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| Here comes the girl, she’s got her head screwed on
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| But it ain’t screwed on right
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| Her ambition is to be a prostitute
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| But the breaks just weren’t right
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| What exactly’s gonna happen, tell me
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| When her father finds out
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| That his virgin daughter has bordello dreams
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| And that he’s the one she wants to try out
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| Yeah
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| There’s ma, she’s living dangerously
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| It’s a cinch she’ll try it anything twice
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| She thinks she can run right to the whirlpool’s edge
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| And stop herself just in time
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| What exactly’s gonna happen
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| When she finally fizzles out
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| The lovers will just be sucked into
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| To see what the colours of death are all about
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| Here’s the son, has his legs a-screwed on
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| Yeah, they’re screwed on pretty tight
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| But his brain is loose and it ain’t no use
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| He’s already lost the fight
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| What exactly’s gonna happen
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| When he’s finally realized
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| That he can’t play his guitar like E.G. |
| Jim
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| Or write St. Augustine if he tried
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| That’s what happens
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| When a family finds out
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| That they’ve been in orbit now for a thousand years
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| And need a thousand more to climb out |