| It’s just like Noah’s ark
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| There’s two of every kind
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| Pretty girls and boys in drag
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| Walking a fine thin line
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| Shaking hands and bussing cheeks
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| Licking their lips like they could eat
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| Me alive in a couple of weeks
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| Yea just like Noah’s ark
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| Italiano promotion men
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| Chomping a big cigar
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| Slapping backs and making cracks
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| About the fags in the bar
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| Radio boss dipping his nose in a little white packet
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| You put it out son and we’ll all back it
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| Yea it’s just like Noah’s ark
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| And the waves are crashing round us
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| But we’re ready for the flood
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| And we don’t need a sign like an olive branch
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| In the beak of a snow white dove
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| We’re not as dumb as we might look
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| You can’t keep us in the dark
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| With me and you it’s two by two just like Noah’s ark
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| These four walls have seen
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| The cockettes and the casters
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| From San Francisco to Ohio
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| I’ve seen beauty and disaster
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| Cocky young roosters and little chicks
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| Flashing smiles, shaking them hips
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| Trying to hook it up for the late night shift
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| Here in Noah’s ark
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| And we wrote it as we saw it from the centre of the stage
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| All access to the liars who claim they wrote a page
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| But for every tiny dancer there’s a dog that’s had its day
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| The truth is never quite the same as what the papers say |