Desperately Trying To Be Different Am lizzy the lizard G met an angry young snake F with forked-tongue grace E by the name of Jake; F G Am a yellow-eyed diamond back rattler Am in the chill-out room G of the 'wild-life' saloon F she admired his skin E Jake said it was fake F G and Liz said: "Who cares Am it don't really matter!" Chorus: F G a question to raise G Am why people these days C like slaves to a craze Am G are somehow hell bent Am G Am Am G yet always content with fortune's spent Am G Am on desperately tryin'to be different (continue: Am G F E F G Am) wily the weasel said to Sammy the snitch let's go to the dogs and bet on that bitch the greyhound that runs like a panther they made a big score, went to the hi-fashion store they bought two suits of shark skin furs, ermine and mink all decked out for the next chapter (chorus) Nancy the nympho yelled at lola la leech Ï need a permanent wave with lotsa bleach I wanna look like a cheap German dancer she could pass for a queen in a second hand dream inside the gloom of the 'wildlife saloon' the wolfwhistles sounded just like laughter
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