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With a map of the end times
I can follow a straight line
to the old Mary Martin Show.
Should we go?
Since we learned the guitar parts,
to the music that once started it off.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
With the musical guest on,
you were singing the theme song
to the old Mary Martin Show.
Did you know?
With your cameras in action,
with your network connections, it's go.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin, the hope of every actor in their role.
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
All the rain on that morning
was so shiny and boring.
It was gold, Mary Martin, know
it was gold.
With a book of guitar chords,
some alright to good words, it sold.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin, the hope of every punchline that you throw.
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
La la la la la
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
The Mary Martin Show
The Mary Martin Show
The Mary Martin, they don't come any closer, closer . . .
I can follow a straight line
to the old Mary Martin Show.
Should we go?
Since we learned the guitar parts,
to the music that once started it off.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
With the musical guest on,
you were singing the theme song
to the old Mary Martin Show.
Did you know?
With your cameras in action,
with your network connections, it's go.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin, the hope of every actor in their role.
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
All the rain on that morning
was so shiny and boring.
It was gold, Mary Martin, know
it was gold.
With a book of guitar chords,
some alright to good words, it sold.
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now.
Mary Martin, the hope of every punchline that you throw.
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
To aim far too, far too low
La la la la la
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
Mary Martin, they don't come any closer than that now
The Mary Martin Show
The Mary Martin Show
The Mary Martin, they don't come any closer, closer . . .
Lyrics submitted by kissmyapocalypse
Track duration: 03:19
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