| Johnny and Robbie
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| What you talking like that for, you’re from Stoke!
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| I dunno but I can’t stop here pally
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| Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
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| Like the seashore clings to the sea
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| Like you’ll never get rid of your shadow
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| You’ll never get rid of me
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| Let all the others fight and fuss
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| Whatever happens, we’ve got us.
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| (Me and my shadow)
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| We’re closer than pages that stick in a book
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| We’re closer than ripples that flow in a brook
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| (Strolling down the avenue)
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| Wherever you find him, you’ll find me, just look
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| Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza
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| Me and my shadow
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| We’re closer than smog to all of L.A.
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| We’re closer than Ricky to confessing he’s gay?
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| Not a soul can bust this team in two
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| We stick together like glue
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| And when it’s sleeping time
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| That’s when we rise
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| We start to swing
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| Our clocks don’t chime
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| What a surprise
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| They ring-a-ding-ding!
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| Happy New Year!
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| (Me and my shadow)
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| And now to repeat what I said at the start
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| They’ll need a large crowbar to break us apart
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| We’re alone but far from blue
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| Before we get finished, we’ll make the town roar
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| We’ll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
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| We’ll wind up at Stringy’s and maybe Groucho’s
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| Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
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| For my shadow and me!
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| Can we do that again
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| No, I’m too tired
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| Please Rob
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| No, I’m swung out
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| I’ll give you some money
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| I don’t need money
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| What about a cup of tea
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| Not thirsty
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| I’ll won’t tell anyone you’re gay.
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| Before we get finished, we’ll make the town roar
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| We’ll hit all the late spots, and then a few more
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| We’ll wind up at Stringy’s and maybe Groucho’s
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| Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
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| For my shadow and me! |