| It’ll never happen until you remove
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| Until you flatten your 10−20−30−40−15 storey halo
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| Bottle blondes and beach boys
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| Might marvel at the size
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| But honey something that big
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| You now the best don’t advertise
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| Has no-one ever told you
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| You gotta body build to last?
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| But with that 15 storey deadstop
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| You’re going nowhere, and fast
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storey halo!
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storeys high!
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storey halo
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| 10−20−30−40? |
| 7 miles wide
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| 7 miles wide!
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| «„Ask a judge and jury
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| Joe find me 12 just men
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| We’re gonna bottle up their fury
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| Make sure don’t happen again“»
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| All the rebel boys got payrolled
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| Now they’re queuing outside the bank
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| Like 14 carat playboys
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| On a trans-cool trans-world tramp
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storey halo!
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storeys high!
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| 10−20−30−40! |
| 15 storey halo
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| 10−20−30−40? |
| 7 miles wide
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| 7 miles wide!
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| And so you meet this guy
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| A regular gala-had
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| A real house-trained barbarian
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| And so you drop him
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| Like a bad habit
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| But anything that comes along
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| You grab it Oh we’re all waiting
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| For a saving grace
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| Hands that soothe
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| Hands that smoothe the human race
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| Yes we’re all waiting
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| For a saving grace
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| Hands that soothe
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| Hands that smoothe the human race |