I don't want to be a pioneer.
A singer sings a song when he's sad.
But honey, all these years I've been upset, I've slowly turned the kind of blue.
That keeps your jeans dry.
Now, I don't need to reinvent the wheel
A singer needs to feel like he's been had
It's all so sad, it's all so sad.
All broke, all beat, all twisted feet
And so on, and so forth
So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie
And go on, go forth
Go on, go forth
Sing...
So hell, I thought I knew why I was here
To find myself a girl who makes me sad.
But I went looking 'round
And all I found was this one here who makes me tea
And brings the crossword.
So how am I supposed to bring us down?
To think that I got used to being sad
And sometimes down
And always blue
And did I mention sad?
All broke, all beat, all twisted feet
And so on, and so forth.
So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie
And go on, go forth
Go on, go forth
All broke, all beat, all twisted feet
And so on, and so forth.
So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie
And go on, go forth
Go on, go forth.
Just go.

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