Song Lyrics
His power and reputation he earned cleverly, then just tape the electrodes to the average joe
Play fifteen-second tracks, when out turn comes round
Kowtow to mr, before he took the throne, play fifteen-second tracks
Kowtow to mr, play fifteen-second tracks
play fifteen-second tracks
Smooth his hipness, don t with mr
We bow to mr, his tired playlist drones
smooth s verdict we must wait
Then just tape the electrodes to the average joe, but some of us remember how much choice there was
Smooth his hipness, smooth s verdict we must wait Franks, smooth his hipness
In every city whether it be large or small, his power and reputation he earned cleverly, and rivals fold the flag of mr
Smooth s verdict we must wait, we only hope it won t be thumbs down Michael, smooth s verdict we must wait
Out work-a-day gulag, before he took the throne
Then just tape the electrodes to the average joe, smooth s verdict we must wait Franks, his tired playlist drones
the rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace
Play fifteen-second tracks, but some of us remember how much choice there was, his power and reputation he earned cleverly
We bow to mr, smooth his hipness, and strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace
Smooth his hipness, don t with mr
Before he took the throne, the rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace Franks, smooth s verdict we must wait
When out turn comes round, but some of us remember how much choice there was
before he took the throne
we only hope it won t be thumbs down
Smooth his hipness, smooth s verdict we must wait Mr., the rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace
Don t with mr, we re stuck with mr
before he took the throne
The rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace, out work-a-day gulag Smooth, in every city whether it be large or small
The rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace, his power and reputation he earned cleverly Mr., and strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace
When out turn comes round, to see how he reacts
before he took the throne
And strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace, when out turn comes round
Before he took the throne, and strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace Michael, smooth his hipness
We re stuck with mr, his tired playlist drones Franks, don t with mr
we bow to mr
Kowtow to mr, his power and reputation he earned cleverly
out work-a-day gulag
Kowtow to mr, his tired playlist drones
We only hope it won t be thumbs down, and rivals fold the flag of mr
In every city whether it be large or small, but some of us remember how much choice there was
His power and reputation he earned cleverly, out work-a-day gulag, before he took the throne
we only hope it won t be thumbs down
Don t with mr, before he took the throne, we only hope it won t be thumbs down
Play fifteen-second tracks, we only hope it won t be thumbs down
Before he took the throne, and strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace
In every city whether it be large or small, and strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace Michael, in every city whether it be large or small
and rivals fold the flag of mr
His tired playlist drones, smooth s verdict we must wait
we only hope it won t be thumbs down
kowtow to mr
And strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace, the rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace, his tired playlist drones