| We don’t talk about our better selves
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| As it is — I survive and survive so well
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| Yes, y’know it, hovering on the edge of life
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| Is so exciting
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| Baby, you can take me home
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| Because dinner is
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| Dinner served alone
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| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
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| Corners are laced with gristle
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| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
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| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
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| Corners are laced with gristle
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| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
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| And in the darkness of the avenue
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| Boys in sharp suits and smiles
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| Girls with their recipe for romance
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| Are wide-eyed to the child
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| And as the stars shine brightly over them
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| Love will blossom once again
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| It’s hot — got that sizzle
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| It’s sizzle, sizzle, sizzlke
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| 'Til then
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| Taking home new apprentice
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| Clearer bubble —
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| Always very hard to do
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| Because dinner is —
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| Dinner served for two
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| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
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| Corners are laced with gristle
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| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
|
| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
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| Corners are laced with gristle
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| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
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| And every mother, father and son
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| Chant little lullabye for one and all to see
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| What life should be
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| Waiting for the chance
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| To hear your life has changed
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| When baby you can take me home
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| Because dinner is —
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| Dinner served alone
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| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
|
| Corners are laced with gristle
|
| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
|
| Now, who wants hot pork sandwiches?
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| Wrapped in foil
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| Corners are laced with gristle
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| I trust it’s been freshly boiled
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| La-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-yeah-e-yeah
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| Da da da da da da dum
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| La-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-yeah-e-yeah
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| Da da da da da da dum
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| Da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da dum |