| She lives on pony street
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| And they should scatter flowers at her feet
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| But when they come calling I think it’s appalling
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| They’re sober and they’re polite
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| They’re deeply respectful when I would expect them
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| To keep her out all night
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| That little martinet
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| Will get her own way yet
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| If you need instruction in mindless destruction
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| I’ll show you a thing or two
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| You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me
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| For you to view
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| Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
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| From the hole in your leopard skin tights I can tell you’ve been spying
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| But your generation confesses before it transgresses
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| Those super-8 movies of daddy in your disco dresses
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| If you’re going out tonight
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| I won’t wait up
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| Reading «das kapital»
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| Watching «home shopping club»
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| While you’re flogging a dead horse
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| All the way down pony street
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| Where you live after a fashion
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| All the way down pony street
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| The life and the soul of every indiscretion
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| That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
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| Pony street
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| Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
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| But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
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| For you and your cartoon threat do no good to resist me
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| For I am the genuine thing but for you it’s just history
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| If you’re going out tonight
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| How can you be sure
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| Where you lay your pretty head
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| Mother may have been before
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| So you’re flogging a dead horse
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| All the way down pony street
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| Where you live after a fashion
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| All the way down pony street
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| The life and the soul of every indiscretion
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| That lives on
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| She lives on pony street
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| She lives on, she lives on |