| Did you drop a clanger?
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| A spanner in the works?
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| Did it all pour out the wrong way
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| Bent out of the shape through the Chinese whispers?
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| Oh Clarence, I — I do believe
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| This life is killing me
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| It’s become a chorus of Nottingham
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| And the radio lifted the curse
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| Newsflash, who flooded the forest?
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| Good sir, you’ve got a lot of nerve
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| Through towers tall
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| And scared little trees
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| This old banger carries me up
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| And away
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| Lightning has struck
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| Twice in the exact same place
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| Can’t get in the club
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| Can’t get out of the rain
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| Or get over it, get over it
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| And remember not to forget that I’m
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| About as subtle and as playful
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| As a hammer-headed shark
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| But I could name you every service station
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| On the M6 off by heart
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| Test results prove inconclusive
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| As to whether your world is round
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| Mine is a Rubik’s Cube
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| So pass it on or go and figure it out
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| It’s all bloody bloody
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| It’s all bloody bloody jamboree
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| This banger carries me up
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| And away
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| Couldn’t give a flying fuck
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| What the old draconians say
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| Lightning has struck
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| Rain, rain go away
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| Or get over it, get over it
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| And remember not to forget about me
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| Hey now, hey now, hey now
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| We’re tumbling down a rabbit hole |