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George Orwell works down the bottle shop With a wink he gives me twelve percent off the top Bette Davis cuts the top off a long stemmed rose Gives me to a gratis with the touch of a note [?] the harder the caution She looking good Timmy, she's my favourite by far Geddy Lee on a crutch in a hell of a rush I'm going nowhere and he's got somewhere to be Lookalikes [?] round here Let's open up a club, fifty bucks to a beer Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us So Plato drives the 246 bus Moon Dark rolls a cigarette on a log Mackenzie Phillips straight to quip on a trip with the dog George Clinton strolls in a world of his own Am I the only one who's tabulating, what's going on? Marcia Langton sits supping tea and a croissant As the agent tripping balls at [?] A dizzying display of cause célèbre I'm a star-stuck [?] and qu'est-ce que c'est Lookalikes [?] round here Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us Letras de cancionesSo Plato drives the 246 bus Nothing to see here (nothing to see here) Nothing to see here but circus clowns I can't be on all alone, yeah yeah yeah Why did you confess? Oh Why did you confess? Oh Why did you confess? Oh Why did you confess? Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us So Plato drives the 246 bus Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us So Plato drives the 246 bus He's on the bus He's on the bus Oh, we're on the bus From Letras Mania