| Thought I was lookin' good
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| So I cycled 'cross the neighbourhood
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| Was invited by a skinny girl
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| Into her high-class world
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| Left my bicycle under the stairs
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| Laid my coat across the kosher chairs
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| Made my way across the crowded room
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| I had nothing to lose
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| My reception wasn’t very keen
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| So turning on a friendly grin
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| Stood on the table with my glass of gin
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| And came straight to the point
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| I was glad to come
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| I’ll be sad to go
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| So while I’m here
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| I’ll have me a real good time
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| I was glad to come
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| I’ll be sad to go
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| So while I’m here
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| I’ll have me a real good time
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| Dancing madly 'round the room, yeah
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| Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune
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| Was escorted by a friendly slag
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| 'Round the bedroom and back
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| Wandered across to the door
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| Missed my step and I fell on the floor
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| Said one word and was asked to leave
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| Kinda wish I was dead
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| I was glad to come
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| I’ll be sad to go
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| So while I’m here
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| I’ll have me a real good time, woo
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| The skinny girl made it clear
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| That she only came here for the beer
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| The vicar simply reeked of gin
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| On my way home, I happened to fall off my bicycle
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| (Good party)
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| Woohoo, haha, yeah
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| I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home
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| Woohoo, woo, yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Ow, ow |