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I can barely keep the pace as I bolt out the door
The watershed dissolves into families at war
The crude tube bogs me out with a cucumber sandwich
Between the cause and the emotional damage
What on earth is it you take me for?
Is your ego doing battle with the ratings?
Mocking me afflicted to the very core
Take responsibility for your failings, matron
(Take the money, open the box)
(Take the money, open the box)
The problem as I see it and I'm not one to judge
But your void of compassion takes a dive in the sludge
Oh, what on earth is it you take me for?
Do you judge me purely on the ratings?
You bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours
The money box is open for the takings, matron
Abigail and Brittney perform the truffle shuffle
They are having a go in all the kerfuffle
Now don't squirm in your chair, you are the sole director
So just pull the fucking plug out from its connector
Gawping at the dot, disappear into the screen
Stand up to attention for your country and queen
Fellow brothers and sisters, follow your instinct
Avoid being sucked into the prosperous jive
(Take the money, open the box)
(Take the money, open the box)
I can barely keep the pace as I bolt out the door
The ninth bell tolls and it's Pussy Galore
What on earth is it you take me for?
Do you judge me purely on the ratings?
You bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours
The money box is open for the takings
What on earth is it you take me for?
Do you judge me purely on the ratings?
If I bend just a little further more
I'm likely to chuck up upon your failings' railings
What on earth is it you take me for? (Take the money, open the box)
Do you judge me purely on the ratings? (Take the money, open the box)
You bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours (take the money, open the box)
The money box is open for the takings (take the money, open the box)
What on earth is it you take me for?
Writer(s): Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson
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