.He's a mover, he's a shaker. He's a big money maker.
Spit and shine on his alligator shoes.
Doin' what he's doin', headed sraight for ruin.
And he doesn't even have a clue.
The hollow man hasn't asked where it all happens,
Gotta window on the forty-second floor.
Whoever would.
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