He can't dance or sing He can't do anything But what the hell? The kid's a looker Just add cash and stir And there you are Another nonsense non-star
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There's no pretense This kid is dense But what the hell? The kid's a looker Just add cash and stir And the crass consumers Line up shoulder to shoulder
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Sometime through the night The kid took his life So very sad However: do not call this number again We're busy moulding the face of the kid's replacement