| Maureen and Stan were looking for a job
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| They got songs for every occasion
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| And a little limelight robbery
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| No one will employ them
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| There’s nothing to decide
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| So he autographs his overdraft
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| While she goes out of her mind
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| Stuck on the wall with a thousand faces
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| Unwanted posters of the haunted places
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones
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| Maureen and Stan at the skating rink
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| Looking for the drummer who threw up in the sink
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| Laughing and singing, dressed up like dice
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| Maybe they could freeze to death out there on the ice
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| Look at the graceful way she dances
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| One foot speaks, the other answers
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones
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| She plays the queen of the fleapit
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| He plays a Spanish guitar
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| He got a black eye from a waitress
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| She’s not seeing any stars
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| You can be refused, you can be replaced
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| You can change your name but you can’t change your face
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| While they make believe it’s just another holiday
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| They turn on each other when they hear that joker say
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones
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| Roll up for the ghost train
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| Non-stop through the city
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| Step right up and show your face
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| We only want the pretty ones |