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Get up late the birds don't wait for anyone If your running fast the birds goes past too bad You get to work you feel a jerk the boss is mad He says

Ginny Ginny Ginny Woh Every Saturday she spends the night on the tiles Every Sunday morning never early to rise Back to work on Monday with the sleep

You'd better hold on to your hats now Gonna stay gonna stay all night alright You'd better hold on to your hats now Gonna play gonna play all night alright

I get strange exotic dreams With some strange erotic scenes Gonna sleep all day I get notions by the score Most of them against the law Do them anyway

Backing vocals Baby got it ooh ooh she got it Baby got it ooh ooh she got it Well maybe you think you're Harlow Lana Turner or the Hedy Lamarr Well

your radio, turn on TV8F on your stereo Turn on a TV show, in multi-colour 65 video It's a computer age, now it's the silicon place Returning to base

We were leaving L.A. airport Me and Midland's misery On an early morning plane flight out To some radio XYZ Was a 1950's prob job That had seen much