Thank You

I wanna thank you
For absolutely nothing at all
I wanna thank you
For laughing every time that I fall

Big, slow, easy
Man, they couldn't take my style away
'Cause that just ain't me
I gotta do it all in my own way
Thank you for the drum machine, Jame
You got me doing things differently
They say you shouldn't meet your heroes, babe
But there's a first time for everything

I wanna thank you
For absolutely nothing at all
I wanna thank you
For laughing every time that I fall

Champagne for the real friends
And real pain for the sham
On your way down to her shoe, boy
On the top of a sixty-nine bus
So, if you pay in peanuts
Then all you'll get is pork scratchings, too
And if you pay in peanuts
Well, what you see is what you get
And what you get is the monkey

I wanna thank you
For absolutely nothing at all
I wanna thank you
For laughing every time that I fall

Hello, goodbye
Goodbye, so long
Hello, goodbye
I'm movin' on
Hello, goodbye
Goodbye, so long

I wanna thank you
For absolutely nothing at all
I wanna thank you
For laughing every time that I fall
I wanna thank you
For absolutely nothing at all
I wanna thank you
For laughing every time that I fall



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Treays, Harry Deacon, William John Healey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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