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[A phrase - Spoken]If I was the Lone RangerHiding behind a maskWouldn't be any dangerTo the questions I askWhat y
a say PocahontasTrade in your feathers and beadsFor an electric blanketAnd a packet of cigsYou betThat's what she saidIf
I had me a needleFor every bubble that poppedBind them all up like oneYou would hear that pin dropLike a gun shotLike a s
hotAnd if I was a world leaderWould not mislead the worldI would not miss anythingMiss America knowsThat it's only a page
antThat it's only a showIsn't even film in the cameraThese aren't even my clothesNo no no noMiss America knowsAh ooh ooh
You remember HoudiniWho not a shackle could holdCarved a trap door into heavenTo escape growin' oldGuess he just couldn't
hack itBundled up for the coldDouble-breasted straightjacketFrench handcuffs of goldNo no no noHe escaped growin' oldThe
growing oldOh oh oh