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Everything Is Everything ....Solo
Paul Heaton
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When hip-hop's selling perfume and boy bands selling grief
Bluesmen market life insurance just one foot underneath
Jazz has come to nothing but transparent handkerchief
Everything is anything to anyone
The butcher sells you pantyhose, the supermarket sells you land
The newsreader likes to read the news but he's also in a band
And feminism's fast asleep with a cock in either hand
Everything is anything to anyone
Modern modern man is a man of many makes
So we decorate, we imitate, we duplicate our greats
It's the sound of octopuses giving infinite hi-hats
Everybody's business is show business
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The newsagent sells you holidays, the travel shop sells you sand
The local vicar saves your soul but he also saves the damned
And nothing's black and white no more, just permanently tanned
Everything is everything to everyone
Locate, locate, locate the victim's house
Swap the wives, take their lives and turn them inside out
Nothing left in closet, nothing left in town
Everything is anything to anyone
Modern modern woman's juggling many knives
Duplicating, imitating other people's lives
To the sound of a million whistling wolves
From the ground of a thousand building sites
Everybody's business is show business
And the thin are getting thinner
The big are getting bigger
'Til five and seventy-five year olds
Worried about their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
'Til everyone's looking
Everyone's cooking
Everyone else's dinner
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And the indoors wants your Oliver
The outdoors wants your Waddy
The bank they want a Texan Hank
The Mag wants Pavarotti
Kitchen, garden, wardrobe
Property in the sun
Everything is anything to anyone
And this your space, my space, their big mouth
Turns everything outside inside out
And your tube, my tube, everybody's spout
Yes everything is anything out of this fucking mouth
Modern modern children
Modern girls and boys
Leaving all their nursery rhymes
Ignoring all their toys
It's the sound of shoot 'em up
Making all the fucking noise
Every kid's business is his own business
And the thin are getting thinner
The big are getting bigger
'Til five and seventy-five year olds
Worried about their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
'Til everyone's looking
Everyone's cooking
Everyone else's dinner
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And we shave our heads to make us look thin
To the whole fucking earth this fat ball of skin
'Til the fitness instructors and the owners of the gym
Are sieg-heiling down from the balcony of the Trim
And the neighbour of the chauffeur of the brother of the act
Is helping sell them papers by omitting just one fact
That he doesn't really know them but what he knows for sure
Is everybody's hands are in everyone else's knicker drawer
With Easter eggs in January, Christmas lights in June
Anything that's belly-over's coming back real soon
Oh, some folk call it gluttony, some folk call it greed
It's just a million fucking pigeons to a single grain of seed
And the thin are getting thinner
The big are getting bigger
'Til five and seventy-five year olds
Worried about their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
'Til everyone's looking
Everyone's cooking
Everyone else's dinner
Everybody's business is show business
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