Prologue

Stick up your hands, oh baby
You can believe or maybe
Drink all your money
Till you paint your face, what a waste

Fill up your tank with bubbles
And if they say you're trouble
Laugh at the guy with goggles
He's a hunk, but a skunk

Every day people, they rush to the e-hole
They light up their pianos
With underwear in their hair

Left, right and center
A box with distemper
The future remembers

The sticker happy parade!



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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