| Idiot groups with no shape or form
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| Out of their heads on a quid of blow
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| The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm
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| Look at what they are: a pack of worms
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| Idiot Joy Showland
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| The nylon leaves are falling
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| From the twisted shell of your cranium
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| Your mystic jump suits cannot hide
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| Your competitive plagiarism
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| Idiot Joy Showland
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| Freddie and the Dreamers, come on up
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| Hey you imitators, come on up
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| Hey little singer, come on up
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| Show us your house and
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| Show us your cock
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| The working class has been shafted
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| So what the fuck you sneering at?
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| Your prerogative in life it seems
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| Is living out an ad man’s dream
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| Idiot Joy Showland
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| California has Disneyland
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| And Blackpool has a Funland
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| And Flanders had no man’s land
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| This place idiot show bands
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| Idiot Joy Showland
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| And now microcosms come and go
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| And it’s amazing what they show
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| Your sportsmen’s tears are laudanum
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| Idiot Joy Showland
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| The locusts are all queuing in
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| For Idiot Joy Showland
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| Idiot Joy |