| I was born
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| Under a wandering star
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| In the second council house
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| Of Virgo
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| Forceply removed
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| From the belly of my Ma
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| And raised on milk
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| And Pernod
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| So just lie back
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| And think of England
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| Cause I’ve slid down banisters
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| For judges and barristers
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| Readers wives husbands
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| With toothless decay
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| I’ve been GBH’d
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| And ABH’d
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| For a packet of B&H
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| I’ve been taken
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| And I’ve been driven away
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| I was fornicating before I could read or write
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| And now I can’t stop sir
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| I graduated from the University of Life
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| And the School of Hard Knocks, sir
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| And my telephone is always ringing…
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| And my number
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| Is triple X directory
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| Dial 0−8-9−8 treble 3
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| Talk dirty to me!
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| Oh come, all ye unfaithful
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| Joyful triumphant and pathetically weak
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| I’ve been Amsterdamned
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| And Reaperbahned
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| Wham-bam-no-thank-you-m'ammed
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| If the spirit is willing
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| Than the telephone is cheap
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| And if you wanna step outside, love
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| You can step outside love, with me
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| You can step outside with me
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| And if we ever meet again
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| I don’t know where
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| And I don’t care when
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| I’m gonna help you with your sickness
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| Like a Jehovah’s Witness
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| You’ll be born again and again and again
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| So just lie back
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| Close your eyes
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| And think of England
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| And what England’s done to me |