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I should be knocking on the door of the pearly gates
Why keep a poor man alive in a job he hates
I’ve heard that good things will come to he who waits
I should be riding on a float in the hit parade
Instead of sitting on the curb behind the barricade
Another verse in the doormat serenade
Won’t you put me on top
Won’t you put me on top, or change the odds
Won’t you put me on top
Or at least put some hope in the bottom of the box
Oh, at least put some hope in the box for me
’cause it’s only black and white and not a lot of each
There’s a remote on the shelf, but it’s out of reach
Won’t you put me on top
Won’t you put me on top, or change the odds
Won’t you put me on top
Or at least put some hope in the bottom of the box
Put some hope in the bottom of the box
I need it
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