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Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincere.
The band is just fantastic,
That is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it 'riding the gravy train'
We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it 'riding the gravy train'
You're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincere.
The band is just fantastic,
That is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it 'riding the gravy train'
We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it 'riding the gravy train'
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Track duration: 05:16
"Have a Cigar" as written by Roger Waters
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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shot due to singing another song. So they called in Roy Harper to do it.
One, my old friend Rob who sold me on the media's black market for lots of money.
Two, a man named Pat, aka "Pink", who started an ad agency in my town. After Rob sold me, Pat aggressively befriended me and stalked me (in person and via technological means) in order to obtain material for books, songs, etc...
I was their muse. I've made them oodles of money.
HAVE A CIGAR, BOYS