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The guy who slagged the football team - Those yobs were not for him Turns into a real estate agent Who believes in discipline; That guy who's the first to use cocaine, The wild boy breaking free, Ends up in a court of law As a prosecuting QC; Remember the school captain? - Success was a matter of time; I can hear her now as she screams, '
Greg! You missed the stop sign!' Forget Snoop Doggy Dogg Forget ol' Ice T The true word out on the street Is produced by the TAC What good's the use of striving? As life's road in front unravels We get to do the driving But don't choose the direction we travel. Do your homework, or wag for weeks And graffiti the Dandenong line; It don't matter when you hear that scream: '
Greg! You missed the stop sign!' Some time in the next hundred thousand years A comet's gonna wipe out all trace of Man - I'm banking on it coming before My end of year exam. The rich kid becomes a junkie The poor kid an advertiser What a tragic waste of potential - Being a junkie's not so good either. Your folks struggled hard for what you've got, You are the fruit of their vine; But who cares what you sow when what you reap Is: '
Greg! You missed the stop sign!' Bought a car just the other day Man could that baby run But you know what they always say: There's always a better one. Got a tumour in my brain Its creeping to my lungs And I've searched around in vain Can't find me a better one. Hardwired into everyone's head Is the person they're gonna be Growing up ain't a matter of choice It's a matter of wait and see. And so kids, yeah, you can do it! You can do your best Girls can do anything You can pass the test I'm OK, you're OK, We're all right, we're fine I thought I saw a semi-trailer Greg! You missed the stop sign!
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