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Burlesque Lyrics

One day you'll be dying of triple throat cancer . . . ha ha
God, the vindictive old sod, will screw you for an answer . . . ha ha
When you were young and a singer-romancer, music was forever . . . ha ha
Here's a copy of the contract you signed at the time
To say you knew what you bartered . . . ha ha
I'm writing this in case you get bitter and twisted
Coughing on your death-bed . . . ha ha
So when you're in life's last sordid process
You'll sing like Mozart . . . ha ha
This is a song for the glorious drunkards -
Li Po and J. Stone (claimed by the real world)
For anyone who doesn't like the world they were born in
Who will build a fire on main street, and shoot it full of holes
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