I have a good charade
I can make a step from a stumble
No need to be afraid
Here in the human jungle
When you've a good charade
If you've a good charade
The tigers will not pounce on you
If you're camouflaged
The gorillas will not pound on you
If they think you're a god
You know, a good charade
I have a good charade
I can make a scream sound musical
Learning to make the grade
Here in the giant cubicle
It's all a good charade
A really good charade
The paperweight is a pacemaker
The conference call, traffic for drugs
The copier is life-support
Lord, let me never be unplugged
And never let them debug
My sweet charade
It'd be a pity to debug
Such a good charade.
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