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Way up in the hierarchiesMr. Big picks up his hornFloats a note down through the lowlandsAnd another star is bornThen he turns a deep vermilionAnd he deals a little scornWe're all gonna be geniusesWe're all gonna be famousWe'll all get in the TV businessAnd move up to New York who can blame usThey tell me way up there they got a man pullsFifteen feet of chain out of his brainHula hoopHula hoopHula hoopSo if you're bound to hit the big timeThen you better do it rightGo and get yourself some buttons and a healthy appetiteFor some overpaid attention and a lot of neon lightHula hoopHula hoopHula hoop |