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Iggy Pop
he's frank
Heâ??s got secular joyHeâ??s a peculiar boy
But now the lustre has gone
The peculiar boy is no more
Whoâ??ll save him from being a man
Not me
Heâ??s got precious youth
But forsaken, forsooth
And now the shine grows dim
Change tradition for whim
Whoâ??ll save him from being a man
Not me
Heâ??s got clothes all red
All on a purple bed
But now the redâ??s in his eyes
Heâ??s no longer a prize
Whoâ??ll save him from being a man
Not me
Heâ??s a peculiar boy
Yes, heâ??s a peculiar boy
But now his skin is slack
He shows a certain lack
Whoâ??ll save him from being a man
Not me