[Music: "Pretty Good Year", Tori Amos]

Tears on the wings of our man
Don't want to be a boy today
I heard that the Condor's not in
Gone to join a rally race
And Joji writes letters and burns his CDs
They say it was something in his formative years
Hold onto nothing as fast as you can
Well still pretty good year

Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back
Maybe not so now you're off
You're gonna race in Africa
Well let me tell you something about Africa
Pretty good year

Some things are melting now
Well what's it gonna take till my baby's alright

And Joe, he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that he's not gonna win
Lucy was pretty, you know Ken agreed
Well still pretty good year

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New Lyrics (c) 1999 Emby Quinn

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