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I could never sleep my way to the top 'Cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up And since my options had been whittled away I struck a bargain with my radio DJ I said I'd like this song to be number one He said "I'd really really like to help you my son" And then I knew that I would have him to thank Because he asked me how much I had in the bank He said to think long term investment and That all the others had forgiven themselves He said the net reward would justify The colossal mess they'd made of their lives He said the record wouldn't have to be hot And no one ever seemed to care if it's not It would depend on something else that I've got And that the other ones who'd given it a shot Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically And then they had forgiven themselves Because the net reward had justified The colossal mess they'd made of their lives* Hey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal I thought you said, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record" And I thought you said we had a deal Letras de canciones Well, I told you about the world (its address) I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess You know the rabid child is still tuning in Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thin Because they haven't played this song on the air Not that anyone but me even cared And the Disk Jockey has moved out of town The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found He said to think long term investment and That all the others had forgiven themselves He said the net reward would justify The colossal mess they'd made of their lives Hey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal I thought you said, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record" And I thought you said we had a deal From Letras Mania