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We don't mind a few laughs and jokes
On thir occasion we are choked
Too big for your designer boots
That lost boy look
It ain't so cute
CHORUS:
Who do you think you are?
A radio recording star
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Tarantion's now star
Is that who you are?
You pick us up to knock us down
Your airs and graces wear us out
Tell me,who do you think you are?
Your RAYBANS ain't so cool no more
You're so pretentious,
You're a bore
You're always laying down the law
Every debates a third world war
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