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The star is in Norman's office. his day
Of sweat and toil has begun.

Nine to five
Answering phones and dictating letters
Making decisions that
He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night
'Cause he can't get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light
Can't stop this
He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night
'Cause he can't get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light
Can't stop this
as ice
Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler
He leaves no marks in spite of sparks
And so touch has become the winner

Touch is the Tingler
Making me itch
cold as ice
Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler
He leaves no marks in spite of sparks
And so touch has become the winner

Touch is the Tingler
Making me
and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination 

M.T.V. Get off the 
M.T.V. Get off the 
M.T.V. Get off
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin
Always running after Time, catching
You're fancy with rhyme
Shining on the front
Hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar
Got the same old story the moment I'd appear
There ain't room around here for a guitar man
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
know all about this song

The words were by an English guy
The music's Scandinavian
Wenceslas was five-foot-six
He kept his face unshaven

Though
and his Italian girl 
One Sunday at the shore 

We tied our ribbons to the fire escape 
They were taken by the birds 
Who flew home to the country
played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their T.V.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony
to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their t.v.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for
for me 
I fall in love again 
He says his music is everything 
Helpless, caught by the melody 
When he begins to sing 
Go on, tell me he's like all
Shakur,
Meanwhile in Tupac news at about six forty-five tonight
Shakur may have lowered his own chances of surviving the attack
By checking himself out
making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
More deception? More violence?

That's right, that's right, keep walking this way!

You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!

I'm here
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
Now I'm dashing home
Doing eighty five
Swerving lane to lane
Wit fire in my eyes
I got a million thoughts
going through my mind
I'm thinking
of a disappointment
In an afterbirth of sin
Wasted years of denial
Too much pride and the fear of man.

[Lyrics by Victor and Anne Griffin-Music by V. Griffin - 2001]
One night long ago by the light of the moon,
An old music master sat composing a tune,
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy,
When
him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their T.V.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song