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You gave me some speech about artistry and commerce and fame You fancy yourself Jesus, Shakespeare, Kid Charlemagne I believed you, yes I did, but now it seems so obvious That all your five-dollar [?] and your piercing blue eyes And your promises aren't nearly as deep as all the Hemingway you read and the songs you claim to like Thank you Mr. Wonka, but heretofore I've been fine You talk you learned from great actors; the classics, the best You fancy yourself Humphrey Bogart or Cary Grant Can I hear you? Yes I can, but you're not making any sense You got your five-dollar [?], all your thoughts seem to rhyme You speak iambic pentameter Well chivalry's dead and Oz was just a lie Thank you Mr. Wonka but quite frankly, you've wasted my time From Letras Mania