Legs

I'm grateful for my legs
They help me move the best
Tippy toe oh no
I'm grateful for the show
I'm grateful for these limbs
For them I would write hymns
Tippy toe oh no
I'm grateful for the show

Just like old marathon Joe won't throw his weight around no more
He was the best until he lost his legs
And old Frank went to wank, sleepy ass jack had nothing on him
But it got too much and he lost his golden touch
Bad old Dmitri smiles every time he kicks out of a two count pin
He was the worst, but only to his fans
Georgie Boy the wrestler, baby face fights the Russian heel
But he landed wrong

Ankles gone

Forever
He landed it wrong
The turnbuckles fault
Get up, said Dmitri
Don't break the illusion - no no no no no
They pay good money to come and see us every week
So get off the mat and come finish this match with me
Get up
Georgie Boy
You gotta get up
Get up, Get up
Now that's more like it

Georgie boy's on his feet never have I seen an athlete weep
What a helluva fight on pay-per-view tonight
We gotta end the match now, can't even hold you up in the hogs head
Lay down flatten your back and lets just go home
A big crowd deserves more than me just laying down on the floor
You'd better earn the win George for the first time in your life

I wanna be like Don Draper
I wanna be like Thom Yorke
I wanna be like Spike Spiegel
I wanna be like Jimmy Page
I wanna be like Dennis Bergkamp
I wanna be like Neil Young
I wanna be like Harvey Keitel
I wanna be like 3 Stacks
I wanna be like Bill Hicks
I wanna be like Prince
I wanna be like someone else
I wanna be in the sea



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Writer(s): Shahrukh Bashir
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