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| The Real Song (Spoken,) Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages: this is the moment you've been waiting for! (Sung,) This is the real song, the real song! And, I'm so happy I'll just sing along! Don't you think this is really wrong? (On so many levels!) To fit the rhyme scheme I will say "long" (She's possessed by the devil!) Even though I have no talent, I wanted a band But I'm too modest and I'm not even tanned so I can't be a pop star, or typical female entertainer I'm too much of a geek (Oops! Forgot about my retainer!) So I'm attempting to write music and keep it all together And I think I'll still play whether I'm any good or if I suck royal arse Then I'll just throw stuff together like a farce, because I have the real song, the real song! And, I'm so happy I'll just sing along! Don't you think this is really wrong? (On so many levels!) To fit the rhyme scheme I will say "thong" (She's possessed by the devil!) So this is my music, and this is my band Please buy my albums, or I'm going to get canned And please just humor me, I'm trying my best Then call in the radio stations and please request The real song, the real song! And, I'm so happy I'll just sing along! Don't you think this is really wrong? (On so many levels!) To fit the rhyme scheme I will say "long" (She's possessed by the devil!) |
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