In the mirror, when I'm Debonair My reactions are my own affair A body likes to be near the bone Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan I die when I'm alone, alone
Shake your booty when your back is bent Put your feelings where my mouth just went As serious as things do seem At least you've put me on the team And friends do rule supreme, okay
Oh, pardon you, me With a capital 'C' And who would have thought With a capital nought？ In between the lines
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Spread your chickens when you think of next What the Dickens if they're highly-sexed？ Through channels that were once canals Do lift the heart of my morale To know that we are pals, yes
Oh, vanity fair with a capital 'V' You give me a share You take it from me Oh, jolly good show with a capital 'O' It's terrific to go, hello