REDNECK

Tim Booth

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    Lest old acquaintance be forgot

    I lost your number in the rush

    Our friendship suffered with my success

    The wind it blew me on

    Now I?ve been sacrified to entertain

    I went down smiling, it felt like pain

    The wind it blew me on

    The wind it blew me on

    I?m just ice-cream

    It?s all rama rama

    I?m just space dust

    It?s all rama rama

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    I?m just ice-cream

    It?s all rama rama

    Thought I was high class

    It?s all rama rama

    So self-important to this scheme

    My tragic suffering

    No more than a dream

    I?ve got friends in higher places

    Don?t you recognize my faces

    Millions want my auto-photograph

    Critics want to write my epitath

    I?ve got personal numberplates

    I?ve got more money than Bill Gates

    Run it, run it, run it back up to me

    Life my life on TV

    Run it, run it, run it back up to me

    I?m what you want to

    If I can?t top this industry

    My birthright feeling incomplete

    I won?t get sucked into this greed

    Cos I sing love is all you need

    Lest old acquaintance be forgot

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    Composition: Tim Booth

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