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I was singing my sentimental songs
In front of a producer who was reading his newspaper
Suddenly he looked at me, said 'your look, you're too soft,
You'd better hang up or sing with us'

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A hit or nothing
A hit or nothing
A hit, a hit, a tiny hit
A tune that quenches, that pleases the neighbors

At night I come home and talk to my sister
Fourteen years old, she's living her life like a rocker
She tells me 'Screw the poets, the melancholy,
It's new-wave in New York and on the rock in Paris'

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A hit or nothing
A hit or nothing
A hit, a hit, a tiny hit
A tune that quenches, that makes the neighbors swing

Feeling completely down, thinking I was a misfit
I call God, I tell him 'Coco, we need to talk'
I reach a voicemail that says 'call back in an hour,
I'm rehearsing with my band the latest hit of the losers'

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So seeing a ecumenical message there
I traded my bagpipes for an old electric grater
I let my leather and moped grow
One day I composed this tune that's stuck in my head

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