Slowly I will sneak back incognito
Back to my rightful and glorious den
Like a chameleon slowly unseen
Today one leg tomorrow the other
Now so white then as black as the night
Sure to be back on my feet on the street
Slowly I will sneak back incognito
Back to my rightful and glorious den
This desert they call a flea market
Is remote from my beloved clients
Detached and hidden from them all
I won't be here I never will be here
Slowly I will sneak back incognito
Back to my rightful and glorious den
Where my customer rushes about
With no time for that lonely market
But ready to part with the money
The money there it is the money
Slowly I will sneak back incognito
Back to my rightful and glorious den
By the time the policemen find out
I will have been back there for ages
Having slowly sneaked back incognito
Ready for that freaking fleeting chase
Where the grass is greener there is a magnet
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