| Down, down, you can see them all
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| rising gaily to the top
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| keep on rising babe you know you got a long drop
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| you better cling cos it’s the done thing
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| Down, down, at the Policemans Ball
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| They’re all dancing in a line
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| keep on gruntin boys you know you’re doin fine
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| come quickly I’ve been strangled
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| Down, down, at the Military
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| they’re all marching round and round
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| keep them boots shined and that still upper lip down
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| Ablution Revolution
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| Down, down, at the launching pad
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| giant phallus stands erect
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| ten thousand tons of waste throb then eject
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| look out space, we’re gonna change our place
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| Down, down, in old England Town
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| there was air and now there’s smoke
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| let’s build more cars and drive away before we choke
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| suddenly it’s always night time
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| Down, down, at that nice Trade Fair
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| all the money gone astray
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| let’s inflate this price and float away
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| just you and me and everyone… |