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Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 20:49:51 -0700
From: Will Nerini
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Subject: j/jazz_butcher_conspiracy/whats_the_matter_boy.crd
Artist: The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy
Title: What's The Matter, Boy?
Author: Pat Fish
Transcriber: "Will Nerini"
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VERSE:
You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you
After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes
You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news
A little rapid riff of:
But when you walk in to a party everybody stares
The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs
Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs
[A little rapid riff of:]
If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears
(Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are")
Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer
Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear
CHORUS:
Ohhh,
You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
And that's crass
Mmm, pin me back, Max
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