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Fashion crisis hits New York I saw a blind man he was eating his fork He said that's what you had to do to be cool You eat your cutlery instead of your food What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world Well fashion it moves on and on While the things we've bought Have been hardly worn and I still like my old three piece suite But its in the shed and I've got no seat Oh no no What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world They say necklines to the waist You change your body to keep up with the pace The rich buy dearest 'cause want to be sure The poor can't afford to be that insecure What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world Well fashion it moves on and on While the things we've bought Have been hardly worn and I still like my old three piece suite But its in the shed and I've got no seat Oh no no Well fashion it moves on and on While the things we've bought Have been hardly worn and I still like my old three piece suite But its in the shed and I've got no seat Oh no no What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world What a hippy diddly crazy world Crazy world
Writer(s): Paul Linehan, Ashley Keating, Niall Linehan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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