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Chasing, dazing, drivening me crazy.
Tracy, Daisy, they may be crazy.
I hope you're pleased, we watch you die.
I hope you're pleased with what you've done.
Now it's time for some more
Now it's time for so long
Now it's time for someone
But we'll sing just one love song
Now it's time for so long
But we'll sing just one more song
So long, so long
From fuglies to fat ones.
So long, so long
Front foot leads the back one.
The boys might fall for everything you've got
But I'm not one of them, you know I'm not.
The girls might fall for everything you've got
But I'm not one of them, you know I'm not.
The girls want fun for everything you've got
But I'm not one of them. You know I'm not
The girls might fall for everything you've got
But I'm not one of them. You know I'm not
They say that money's got a magic touch
But I'm too mean; doesn't mean that much
They say that money's got a magic touch
But not to me; doesn't mean that much
Tracin', dazin', makin' me crazy
But I'll never be your love.
Tracy, Daisy, they may be crazy
But I'll never be your girl.
You didn't have to send me flowers like a big toupee.
You didn't have to send me flowers like you did today.
You didn't understand me flowers like you did today
I wouldn't keep a thing from you; I'd give them all away
You didn't have to send me flowers like you did today
I wouldn't keep a thing from you; I gave them all away
You know it's not worth crying.
You know it's not worth trying.
You say that money's gonna make you dodge.
They say that money's got a magic touch.
You think you're gonna make me softer with your fat cigar.
You think you're gonna make me softer with your fancy car.
You think you're gonna make me suffer with your Arthur C. Clarke.
You think you're gonna make me softer with your fancy car.
You think you're gonna make me suffer with your fancy car, ah-ha-ha
But I can tell your old half-truths ain't gonna get you far, ah-ha-ha.
You think you're gonna make me sulk, you and your fancy car, ah-ha-ha
But I can tell you honey your tricks ain't gonna get you far, ah-ha-ha.