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| Soft Boys Underwater Moonlight There's Nobody Like You Well if your name's Mucky you can count yourself lucky that you're still walking round on four feet Cause I tell you right now though I don't how there's still perverse out there on the street And it's rare that a pig makes it back from a gig without coming at you with physical harm He must be saying, "Oh, I didn't know," and they wind up on that bacon farm I don't mind dressing in black if I thought it would get your temperature back And if your name's Queek you're quite unique and it's taken you over the top Mr. Rodgers and I don't know the messiah ever since you walked into the shop And if your names Kent it's known that you're bent it's an actual undeniable fact Cause a law round here they've got cloth ears so you never get caught in the act But I don't mind dressing in blue if I thought it would make any difference to you There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you If your name's Him then suddenly a whim but you seem to be nowhere at all If your name's Her than you're coverd with fur and you're waiting for Him in the hall The stuff that you sell and the way that you smell is to say the least way out of place If I had a choice between the fist and the voice you know I'd push you right out of your face But I don't mind dressing in green if i thought that you'd understand what I mean There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you |
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