| For years I diddled off the BBC
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| And for years I did diddley squat a lot and for what
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| There was never enough and nothing I’d want that much
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| That I’d give up a bottle of what
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| And now there’s C Beebies and the CBBC
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| And the bear in the big blue house consumes me
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| And for years I’ve tried to see the world as a child
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| And now I see a child as the world
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| La lai la la la li
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| Li lai li la la la li
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| Lai li la la la li
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| Lai li la la la li lai
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| An upside down face that kills me and the human race
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| Face a third world war and just how far can they go
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| Before they mass destruct before they self destruct
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| Before they blame you again
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| And for years I’ve ranted on about what I don’t know what
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| And in one childs eyes I see everything I’ve ever seen
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| And I said diddly squat a lot but what have I gained from it
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| La lai la la la li
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| Li lai li la la la li
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| Lai li la la la li lai
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| Li la la la li lai
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| The rhythm of the dance on your colour tv
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| Or the scrapyard of romance and the dulcet tones so heavenly
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| In the middle lies diddly squat but what
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| A lot of squatters there are on your plot of land
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| And when the shit hits the fan or you shit the bed
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| In the van ever so humbly ever so
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| Eyes like pigeon pies suicidal cider dance
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| You’re better dead than red
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| I wonder what it was so bad about it
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| La la la li
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| Li lai li la la la li
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| Lai li la la la li lai
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| Li la la la li lai
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| Li la la la li lai
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| Li la la la li lai |