O.c.o.e. (official Cat Of The Eighties) by Pages
You were such a prophet back in '63, you had all the answers
You became the first to set the children free
But nothing lasts forever, does it
Time goes on and dreams, they wash away
You traded in your karma for the 70's, searching for a meaning
You rented out your land up in Monterey, livin' for the city
Disco nights, you'd swing, and wonder why
Chorus:
O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture
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