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Wait, wait, ready, yeah Mama, mama, it's a mad, mad world I feel bad for all the boys and girls I'm falling in from the astral plane Out of the great unknown into the grand insane But listen, children, I've got good news You don't have to play by the rules So step right up and just stake your claim And I'm gon' teach you how to play the game Just throw your punches and have no hesitance Follow hunches in spite of evidence This old Earth is just a private residence And you could be President Mama, mama, I hate to say Dog-eat-dog seems like the only way To take your seat in the captain's chair, yeah, yeah Lord knows, the golden rule ain't gonna get you there So don't be humble and don't be kind, no, no All that noise is just a waste of time (it's a waste of your time) And pay no mind to what the people say, yeah, yeah So long as the people say your name (keep 'em saying your name) Just throw your punches and have no hesitance Follow hunches in spite of evidence This old Earth is just a private residence And you could be President Mama, mama, it's hard to see That old lady called Liberty Weeping into that New York bay, no, no Well, if I could console her this is what I'd say Just throw your punches and have no hesitance Follow hunches in spite of evidence This old Earth is just a private residence And it's all yours, and you can make your mess of it Run your mouth and mix all your messages And twist the truth until you can't make sense of it You can't lose if you can keep on bending it And you could be President (yeah, no) You could be President (yeah, no) You could be President (yeah, no) You could be President
Writer(s): Tyler Andrew Duncan, Theodore Daniel Katzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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