| Be quiet katie there is someone at the hatch
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| You curse the darkness I’ll strike a match
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| Undoing the latch I tripped on the scales and fell
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| Just as someone hit the reception bell
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| The ghost of that injury still remains my ankle starts to swell just before it
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| rains
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| Leaders of nations, wild alsations, crumbling foundations, I’ve lost my patience
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| These big companies are giving us the squeeze
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| Lets raise our glasses to mr. |
| onassis
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| Protection racket (hand over the packet)
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| Rome needs cement (in this event)
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| Go over to the till katie (the national)
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| Pay this man his rent
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| It’s a standard procedure
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| I forgot to mention that grandmas pension
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| Will ease the rent book tension
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| A little birdie told me you’ve been syphoning the poor box
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| I heard the knitting circle disscusing chubb locks
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| Whats all the commotion? |
| what do they expect?
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| With no sign of a promotion I’ve lost my self respect
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| You see I built this heap from scratch when I was poor
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| Now they’re asking me to hoover the floor
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| Splash some water over me slap round the face
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| Did I miss a meeting I don’t recognise the place
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| The plug in the socket burns a hole in the pocket
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| These big companies are giving us the squeeze
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| Lets raise our glasses to mr. |
| onassis
|
| Protection racket (hand over the packet)
|
| Rome needs cement (in this event)
|
| Go over to the till katie (the national)
|
| Pay this man his rent
|
| It’s a standard procedure |