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Talk-talk, yak-yak, watch you pull that old one track Get it up and get it back Making it upon your back No space, no rent, the money's gone, it's all been spent Now tell me 'bout your claim to fame Now, ain't that some claim to fame Extra, extra, read all about it, now Extra, extra, something 'bout a claim to fame Ooooh, sweet mama, ooooh, sweet mama Something 'bout your claim to fame Wet lips, dry now, ready for that old hand-out Now, ain't that some claim to fame Spaced out, spaced in, The head's round, the square's flat Ain't that some claim to fame Now, tell me, ain't that some claim to fame Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, something 'bout some claim to fame ... From Letras Mania