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| Hey modern days here we come! But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay
But we hope it would still be OK 'cause we brought champagne and we thought that there must be sleeping bags (in this very modern day)
But we're all very proud to be here today The first of a thousand million modern days
'Cause it's a scam it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless It's a see-saw sickness it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive on the century's crime
Hey modern days we are taken a-back We're a-flame and a-gog aloof and inhaled with a don-don briefcase - Wait for our call And I therefore shall declare that the stores shall be locked no more
Why shall men suffer? why shall there be freaks? Why am I still rehearsing a song when I ought to sleep?
'Cos it's a scam...
Oh, chin-batty dour face! why did you go there? Sitting on a cold stone waiting for the train home Hoping it would carry me home! hoping it would carry me home!
Well, it's a scam...
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