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I can see Manson, he's holding me to ransom Gun to my feet, now he wants to see me dancing I can see Mickey Mouse, sitting on a shrink´,s couch Tryin' to cure his hang up, 'bout screwing little Minnie mouse I can see Madonna, starin' at a shotgun Now she doesn't feel so sexy and now she wants to be a nun I can see George Best, tryin' to give the drink a rest Now he's down the station, failin' a blood test Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's Love is better then your HIV or your university Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah There goes Elvis, looking for his pelvis Colonel Tom has dug it up and put it in for service Over the hill comes Huckleberry Hound Looking full of rabies and he's heading into town There goes Kennedy, looking for a remedy Soemone blew his head off, and now he's in a cemetery Mister Blonde said to Mister Blue 'Who's that cop?' he said, 'I haven't got a clue' Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's Love is better then your HIV or your university Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Letras de cancionesYeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's Love is better then your HIV or your university Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah... From Letras Mania