| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham
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| I’ve been drinking in a pub up west
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| I’m looking for the sign that says this is the district line
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| And I’m gonna catch the alky express
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| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham
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| With all the other ravers, drunk and stoned
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| Empty cans of Tenants Super rattle at my feet
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| And I’m wondering if I’ll ever make it home
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| 'Coz I’ve drunk the dole and I’ve drunk my flatmate’s rent
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| He’ll never speak to me again, if I don’t get some money sent
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| 'Coz I’ve drunk the dole and I’ve drunk my flatmate’s rent
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| He’ll never speak to me again, if I don’t get some money sent
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| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham
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| Shattered, worn out, knackered, shagged and tired
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| But if I miss my stop, I know I’ll have a bloody long walk home
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| So I’m trying to keep my eyes open wide
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| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham
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| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham
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| I’ll be on the last train to Dagenham |