| I aint going back to black boy lane,
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| No I aint going back to black boy lane,
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| There must be some other way,
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| Because I aint going back to black boy lane,
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| Never again…
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| Do you think you can help?
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| Can’t you make me a call?
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| We’re so near to town,
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| I can’t get nothing at all
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| Today, are you dancing today?
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| 15 Track-suits coming up my lane,
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| 15 Track-suits coming up my lane,
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| There’s the men; |
| the ones you must lay,
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| In which you must lay down and die,
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| Oh as opposed to strutting all day,
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| Strutting all night,
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| Strutting on 'brown,'
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| Strutting on 'white,'
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| All day,
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| Are you dancing today?
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| Ah there’s a bullet there with my name,
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| So I aint going back to black boy lane,
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| Never, never again,
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| What about the fella you knew from sometime before,
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| In the house by the park with a cage on the door,
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| You phone and you say, are you dancing today?
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| Are we dancing today? |