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Oh you silly old man
You silly old man
You're making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your Fender guitar
And you think your can rouse us
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
Downstage, and offstage
Don't you feel all run in?
And you wonder when they will take it away
This is your final fling
But then applause ran high
But for the patience of the ones behind you
As a verse drags on like a month drags on
It's very short but it seems very long
And the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
So get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when you get down off of the stage
Please stay off the stage, Ol
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when we've had our money back
Then I'd like your back in plaster
Oh I know that you say
How age has no meaning
Oh but here is your audience now
And they're screaming
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
ZCuz I've given you enough of my time
And the money that wasn't even mine (have you seen the silvery [screen])
Oh get off the stage...
For whom the bell tolls
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Lyrics: Morrissey
