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Lyrics
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Muckraker, Mon Ami
Ah, Bon Jour, Sometimes in life you get a bad review,
One that rakes your good name through the muck of
Disgrace and humiliation
and sp tonight, to those who would perpetrate
such a crushing blow,
I dedicate this song.
Muckraker, Mon Ami,
why’d you have to take a poke at me?
Can’t you see I’m trying to survive here
upon my leaky lifeboat at sea
as you pull the plug and set me free,
Muckraker, Mon Ami.
Mud-slinging Protégé,
why’d you have to blow my dreams away?
Can’t you see I struggle with denial?
In any case it’s fair to say,
you blew your little kiss my way,
Mud-slinging Protégé.
C’est la vie!
Que sera, sera, mon vieux.
Whatever will be, will be
Comme ci, comme ça, monsieur.
Dream Trampling Dilettante,
Must you squash me like a ripe eggplant,
oozing neath the anquish of rejection.
Laying down each ruthless taunt,
you crush me like an elephant,
Dream Trampling Dilettante.
– tap-dance solo –
C’est la vie!
Que sera, sera, mon vieux.
Whatever will be, will be
Comme ci, comme ça, monsieur.
Hope Crushing Marionette,
must you snuff me like a cigarette?
Didn’t you see my little heart was glowing?
But don’t regret, I’ll get you yet
when we’re heart-to-heart and tête-à-tête,
Hope Crushing Marionette.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root
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Music Credits: Jeff Root
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Producer Credits: Jeff Root
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:02
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Primary Genre: Rock-General
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Secondary Genre: Rock-Alternative
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