Big Brother
Don't talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses?
Don't live for last year's capers
Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal
He'll build a glass asylum
With just a hint of mayhem
He'll build a better whirlpool
We'll be living from sin, then we can really begin
Please saviour, save your shores
Hear me, I'm graphically yours
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to rule us, someone like you
We want you Big Brother, Big Brother
I know you think you're awful square
But you made everyone and you've been every where
Lord, I think you'd overdose if you knew what's going down
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to rule us, someone like you
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to rule, someone like you
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to rule, someone like you
We want you Big Brother
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