| I’ve never been insane, put my baby on a plane
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| With a suitcase that’s alive and kicking
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| And your honour i confess that I’ve never tasted meths
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| Or hid a gun in a box of fried chicken
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| I’ve never been to Amsterdam, left my heart in Vietnam
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| Or sol gum on the streets of Mexico
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| Never smuggled pot or been murdered in my squat
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| Two stories from the top of a no go
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| I’ve never had to stael or sell my body for a meal
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| Cigarettes, alcohol or drugs
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| I’ve never had a tattoo or scar that wouldn’t heal
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| Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!
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| I’ve never been on strike, or a speeding motorbike
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| Been propositioned beten up or mugged
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| I’ve got 20/20 vision but I’ve never seen the light
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| Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!
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| And if you’re looking for trouble
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| You came to the wrong place
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| I’ve never gone cold turkey in a shed in Albuquerke
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| Or played chicken on a railway line
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| I’ve never been a litter bug, given head or taken drugs
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| Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!
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| Crack that whip across my thigh
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| Stick a needle in my eye
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| I have lived a sheltered life
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| (He's ok, he just fainted) |