| Mistress Mouse and Mr. Popup sit outside the foreign door
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| The younger sons in Jerusalem reporting on the war
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| And three blind mouse-to-plumbers have just got back from the moon
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| And Harvey and the grease band singing words which have no tune
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| Aha ha hah…
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| Hoggart’s on the beachhead looking for another home
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| Leaving nothing behind him but a photograph of Rome
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| The Egyptians hanging on my wall have nothing more to fear
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| And Harvey and his brass band singing words they learnt by ear
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| Ahah haha haha…
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| Orpheus the rambler was seen last night in France
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| By the offhand of the lighthouser to pay the coastal dance
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| And meanwhile back on Mount Striol, the sun comes shining down
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| And Harvey and his pretty singing words which have no sound
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| Aha haha haha haha…
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| Cloud-bringers and go-getters get and bring what you can find
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| Nobody shouts or stumbles or has any axe to grind
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| Oh the priestly rant collector says his mind is on the bend
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| And Harvey and his brass band make their song come to it’s end
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| Well, there ain’t no point in kicking up around; |
| there’s nobody here but me
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| There ain’t no point in kicking up around; |
| there’s nobody here but me |