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♪ Hurrah for your face ♪ ♪ And all your doubts ♪ ♪ The faxes will be ridiculous ♪.
You against my lost cause Your spite makes my old age look bad.
You chew my self-pity like a dessert And then pour three glasses of sorrow.
Hey, hey, hey You're yelling right at my face.
Hey, hey, hey Hooray, hooray, and then it's light.