| 1992, don’t believe the hype
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| Take a look at the small print
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| Ignore the bold type
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| Let the flags of plunder unfurl
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| It’s just you and me against the world
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| The only thing that we’ll ever get from them is sorrow
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| Lead on Macduff and I’ll follow
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| In spite of all you been told about Elvis
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| The good die old and helpless
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| In bobble hats and armchair football scarves
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| For the big match with Antarctic Thistle
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| They didn’t catch the half time whistle
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| When they wheeled on the pop music stars
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| With their pop music guitars
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| And they were singing
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| 1, 2, 3, happy neighbourhood
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| Do Re Me, so far so good
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| Because life Mrs Brown
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| It’s just one big knees up
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| A night on the town, a storm in a teacup
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| (More like a teacup in a storm)
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| Where are the songs about boozers and buildings
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| Banning the bomb and abusing the children
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| Who’ll one day be pop music stars
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| With their pop music guitars
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| And they’ll be singing
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| 1,2,3, happy neighbourhood
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| Do Re Me, so far so good |