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Nineteen seventy one We all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity But at Max’s Kansas City we won We all shot the shit at the bar With Johnny O’Toole and his scar And then old Clive Davis said He’s surely gonna make us a star I’m gonna make you a star Just the way you are But with all his style I could see in his eyes That we is goin’ to trial It was No Surprise The boys kept kickin’ ass As usual time would tell But some bitch in the choir Threw water on the fires of hell She loved to show and
