| Look under your sofa
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| Look under your soda
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| Could be in your tote bag
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| Could be under your bed
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| Look behind the bread bin
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| Check inside the cake tin
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| Could be in the basement
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| Maybe in the garden
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| That’s how the big man speaks
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| Sat down on the settee
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| Ticking taking over
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| They’re coming to change you
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| And take all your women
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| And take all your sofas
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| And shut down the bowling
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| Look out they’re coming
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| So move em on, move em on, oh, move em on, move em on, oh move em on, oh,
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| move em on, oh move em on, oh
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| That’s how the big man speaks
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| God save us
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| I know behind the big man there’s a lover
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| I know behind the man I see
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| That there are many things I could uncover
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| He is kind and sweet
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| So look inside your big men you’ll discover
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| A trolley full of tender meat
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| I tell myself to think this big one over
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| When my big man speaks
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| They’re shrinking your legroom
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| They’re picking your legumes
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| They’re taking it easy
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| And cleaning the classrooms
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| They’re filling the courtrooms
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| They’re swarming through jungles
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| And digging up your boots
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| So Move em on, move em on, oh, move em on, move em on, oh move em on, oh,
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| move em on, oh move em on, oh
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| That’s how the big man speaks
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| God save us
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| I know behind the big man there’s a lover
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| I know behind the man I see
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| That there are many things I could uncover
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| He is kind and sweet
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| So look inside your big men you’ll discover
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| A trolley full of tender meat
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| I tell myself to think this big one over
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| When my big man speaks
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| He knows how to push me, he knows we’ll disagree, but we talk because we are
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| from the same family
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| And isn’t it true of most people that we meet that we have our differences but
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| we can agree |