| We were wrong, we were wrong but so young & so very in lo-o-ove
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| That boozy English day at the Brighton Race Courses
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| (The wind blew my skirt up & it frightened the horses)
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| We were wrong etc
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| The May-Ball in Oxford we arrived in a punt
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| (You fell down in the beer-tent, unashamedly drunk)
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| We were wrong etc
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| Cos' I’m going to Rhino over your lino
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| (& I’m going to Rhino with you)
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| In all kinds of leather, we Rhino «together»
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| We’ll keep Rhinoing thru'
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| The kedgeree breakfasts, the «gratis» champagne
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| (The hours I spent wiping it off my hired D.J.)
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| We were wrong etc
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| (etc.)
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| «Transmogrify» the jackals speak
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| The worms are feeding on our cheeks;
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| «Transmute» the time flies quickly past
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| And Keynsham arms with lies & masks |