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You say I have to get a real life But I'm not sure how that in making someone or other rich Is any more real than making a niche for yourself I'm without a zack, a truth A coin, a kopeck or an elusive brass razoo But my dear rationalist Don't dream I couldn't care I too grow quickly bored of the clothes I wear So maybe I should go and get a real life Real like cutting a fine figure Or scraping a deposit together For if, heaven forbid Just suppose I cannot live on taxes and goodwill forever But how is it that the problem just doesn't seem to press While my fingers are themselves pressing hard against the neck? I was sure that I suffered and worked as hard as anyone I knew Well it seems I haven't I better damn well fix it and make it look every inch as though I do But still I'll have to go and get a real life And I've no doubt that it will happen Maybe I've put it off for too long now Gonna see if I can't get something better than a Maybe I'm amidst of a real life Aus Songtexte Mania