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    If you live around here
    You need cash in the bank
    'Cause the houses 'round here
    Are all flashy and swank
    An' the front bit, ha
    'At's what's called a facade!

    All the people 'round here
    Are as posh as can be
    You won't seem hobnobbin'
    With rubbish like me
    It's the snob bit
    Also called a facade

    Every day
    People, in their own sweet way
    Like to add a coat of paint
    And be what they ain't!

    That's how our little
    Game is played
    Livin' out their masquerade
    Getting rich and getting laid
    Who'd want to trade?

    But there's one thing I know
    And I know it for sure
    This disease that we've got
    Has got no ready cure!
    And I'm certain
    Life is terribly hard
    When your life's a facade!

    Every night here one house
    Or another is a funhouse
    'Cause there's someone giving a party
    As you see, sir!

    This one here tonight
    Is rather special, am I right?
    It's the betrothal of sir danver's
    Daughter, lisa

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    Sir danvers carew is a good man
    They call him the creme de la creme
    Whatever that means
    He's a bloody sight better than them!

    Nearly everyone you meet
    When walking down a London street
    Pretends to be a pillar of society

    A model of propriety
    Sobriety, and piety
    Who's never even heard of notoriety

    The ladies an' gents 'ere before you
    Which none of 'em ever admits
    May have saintly looks
    But they're sinners an' crooks!

    Hypocrites!

    If you live around here
    You need lots of panache
    If you live in down, dear
    Then you must cut a dash
    T'isn't hard, dear
    To create a facade

    You must seem to be rich
    And to have money to burn
    Even though it's a bitch
    Spending more than you earn
    That's the game here
    And the name is facade

    One or two
    Might look kinda well-to-do
    But I bet you precious few
    Have payed for their boots

    I'm inclined to think -
    Half mankind thinks the other
    Half is blind
    Wouldn't be surprised to find
    They're all in cahoots

    At the end of the day
    They don't mean what they say
    They don't say what they mean
    They don't ever come clean
    And the answer
    Is it's all a facade

    Call a walk promenade
    Call a street boulevard
    Grease your hair with pomade
    You'll be held in regard

    And I betcha
    If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
    They'll all say you're a card
    People love the facade (stay on your guard)
    What's behind the facade?

    [Jekyll]
    Look behind the facade

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