Holy Weight Champ

I don't need these cigarettes
 All these pills and ill effects
 He threw his suitcase into the crater
 I don't need these supplements
 All these weapons of self-defense
 He threw his switchblade into the crater
 I don't need this questionnaire
 Credit ratings and Tupperware
 He threw his phone into the crater
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
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 I could never rejoice
 For a gold Rolls-Royce
 He threw his car keys into the crater
 Why should I have some
 When so many have none?
 He threw his wealth into the crater
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
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 Well, we stared at the pit stop crater for ten or 15 minutes
 Then loaded back into the station wagon
 A small boat on an endless Black Sea
 Gliding Westward across the American desert
 Onward to the midsummer derby
 To the radios on the beach
 To the roller coaster's controlled fear
 I don't need these eyes or ears
 I'm aligned to the heavenly spheres
 He threw his senses into the crater
 I don't need to speak of hate
 Good or evil, church and state
 He threw his voice into -
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
 Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
 So long Holy Weight Champ