| There’s a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune,
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| And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon,
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| And the Managing Director, he’s a-lying on his back,
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| He’s got ice-cream on his trousers and he’s planning his attack,
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| It’s just another Record Company Bash,
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| Nice to know they’ve got the cash,
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| You’re the only one here I can talk to,
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| Is there nowhere near we can walk to,
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| I really want to see you again,
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| But I don’t know your name;
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| Let’s go, let’s go home,
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| Yea, let’s go, let’s go home,
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| Let’s go, let’s go out…
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| The Promotion Department secretaries are out to kill tonight,
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| And the A and R director is still looking for his wife,
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| Oh and there’s a party in the bedroom,
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| They’ve got the mirror on the floor,
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| And there’s a guy who says he’s from Rolling Stone
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| Who shouldn’t be here at all,
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| It’s just another Record Company Bash,
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| Nice to know, someone' got cash,
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| And they’re gonna do something obscene
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| With the video machine,
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| I really think it’s time to leave,
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| Won’t you come with me please?
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| Let’s go, let’s go home,
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| Let’s go, let’s go home,
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| Grab a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine,
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| It doesn’t matter if it’s your place or mine,
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| Let’s go, let’s go home… |