Did you ever wonder how you can be so wrong sometimes,
Even when I've cold, hard proof that I beat you at chutes and ladders.
I realize that doesn't make me any kind of king
And most of the things we do don't even matter.
Get out of the way,
Get out of the phone booth,
Get out of the country,
'Cause David Soul is back.
Not every kid can grow up to be another David Soul,
It takes more than luck and skill, it takes magic
On a metaphysical level how can man say he feel
And it all smells the same when you put it in a stink-o-matic.
Get out of the way,
Get out of the phone booth,
Get out of the country,
'Cause David Soul is back.
Whoa oh oh.
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