The Red Crayola on Forty-Five: Difference between revisions
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Lyrics
Think! God's birthday can never be Celebrated by you or me Why? Because! We haven't got enough Presents Though we can dance, dance, dance The Milky Way away tonight Though we can dance, dance, dance The Milky Way away, way, away tonight, tonight God would never be satisfied God would never be satisfied Well, maybe he would be Maybe he could it Maybe he would be Maybe he could it But the angels forbid The angels forbid Think! Money is so alone Money is so alone Because it stinks! And often it starts crying And thinks "Am I no Jesus?" "Am I a note?" "What can I pay?" Or as my divorced wife would say, "What can I pay note" [Gunshot] [Gunshot]