Your bow tie is out of line
Your handkerchief is passed
Your human camouflage is nowhere
So you just drink up your red wine
You're undercover for no reason
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the scale
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the scale
Once our different color is up
Your trouser brace begins to slide
Woah, you're a one -eyed jackal
In your car, so a bare -bones queen
A drummer with your fingers
Chewing tobacco from your pipe
Oh, losing with a slippery hand,
oh, your for tune is over
So you just drink up your red wine
you change your colour, Mr. Chameleon
And you're undercover for no reason
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the scale
You're undercover for no reason
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the
Oh, you change your colour,
And you're undercover for no reason
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the scale
You're undercover for no reason
losing grip from your tail
Your temperature is off the
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