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[Verse 1]
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I hardly think I'm qualified
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To come across all sanctified
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I just don't cut it with the cherubim
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There again, they're on their knees
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Being worshipped is a breeze
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Which rather suits us in the inter-iiiiiim
[Chorus 1]
Fm
It's tough to be a god
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Tread where mortals have not trod
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Be deified when really you're a sham
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Be an object of devotion
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Be the subject of psalms
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It's a rather touching notion
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All those prayers and those salaams
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And who am I to bridle
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If I'm forced to be an idol
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If they say that I'm a god
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That's what I am
[Verse 2]
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What's more if we don't comply
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With the locals' wishes
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I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
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So, let's be gods, the perks are great
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El Dorado on a plate
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Local feelings should not be rebuffed
[Chorus 2]
Fm
It's tough to be a god
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But if you get the people's nod
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Count your blessings, keep them sweet, that's our advice
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Be a symbol of perfection
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Be a legend, be a cult
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Take their praise, take a collection
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As the multitudes exalt
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Don a supernatural habit
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We'd be crazy not to grab it
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So sign on two new gods for paradise, par - a - dise
