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[One Newsboy lands...] |
[...and another one jumps. Kinda creepy.]
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[More WB stuff here.] |
[Do the Spastic International Musical Astronaut
Dance!]
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[Even Jeff and Jody are going wild!]
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[Fun with mirrors. Oooooooh.] |
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[John looks like he's waiting for the bus to show
up...] |
[Duncan's odd little in-the-flower swinging-my-arms
dance.]
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[Two Phils?! Well, that solves the whole second
solo CD issue. One can tour with the Newsboys and record more
NB stuff, the other can stay home and record a second solo album.
But will they have to share the money from that solo album? Hmmmm...]
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[More dancing around like weirdos in the middle
of a strange Australian landscape.] |
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[Head-bangin' Jody.] |
[Duncan has solved the cloned Phil problem. They
can merge two Newsboys into one, as he demonstrates by jumping
into his identical mirror twin.]
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[The gigantic red flowers that the Newsboys were
so fond of perching in. Phil claims they're native to this part
of Australia. Suuuuure...]
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[King Frankenstein, ruler of all he surveys.] |
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[The Newsies make a muddy mess.] |
[If you ever wanted to know when they shoot this
portion, you now know. It was shot at about 10:07. I would guess
PM, but who knows.]
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[Jody's kicking up more muddy water. Who has to
clean their spacesuits?] |
They don't know why we care.
[To usher in the last chorus, we have the WB effect
one last time. Tha-uh-tha-uh-tha-uh-tha-uh that's all, folks.]
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They don't know...
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...what's out there. |
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They don't know... |
...how it's done.
Let's take 'em to our Leader's Son.
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They see we've got the joy.
They see us livin', oi.
It's real, it's free, it's fun.
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Let's take 'em to our Leader's Son. |
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[They're both terribly shocked.]
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They don't know why we care.
They don't know what's out there.
[Gosh, does this look familiar?]
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They don't know... |
...how it's done.
Let's take 'em to our Leader's Son.
[Check out those nails.]
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They see we've... |
...got the joy.
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They see us...
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...livin'... |
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...oi. |
It's real, it's free, it's fun.
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Let's take 'em to... |
... our Leader's Son.
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Take 'em to our Leader's Son. |
Take 'em to our Leader's Son.
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[And up goes the ladder as the Newsnauts
leave this planet.] |
[Bye, weird flowers!] |