Intro: E B (x4)
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I do nothing at all and let my legs go fizzy
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I don’t do any good turns, I might go dizzy
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I’m a jet-foil skipper with a nautical growl
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Reprimanding on-tour drum technicians.
E B (x4)
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We stand round in bus queues and die in midweek
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And even on clear days I can’t see the point
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But I wake up in places where jugglers have mates
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And Sylvian and Fripp discuss whippets.
E B (x4)
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Pumped full of smack and with more to inject
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Come up and meet the new genius elect
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Who’s slumped in the corner for maximum effect
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Girl, he should spend a week being a Nordic ski widow.
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