| Released on «spot the pigeon e.p.», 1977.
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| Who put fifty tons of shit on the foreign office roof?
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| Who suffers from nine known diseases?
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| Who gets up in the morning when the sun comes up And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets
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| All around their heads?
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| Who congregate around trafalgar square
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| Taking pot shots at the tourists?
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| Oh youve got to watch out
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| When you wander round the square in the morning
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| Cos theyre everywhere, theyre everywhere
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| Here we have an honest man
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| A civil servant to boot
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| He lived high up in the ministry
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| And when he wished to make a point
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| He knew just what to do His window ledges were all covered in grease
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| «i want them out of here»
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| He said to me, «i want them gone»
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| Because you see — oh dont you see
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| None of us are getting any younger
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| Youve got to follow your nose
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| And if it tells you that youve got to go Well thats because, theyre everywhere,
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| Theyre everywhere
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| So we called in those men, those horrible men
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| We set them to work on the rooftops
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| You see their van is very plain
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| And I know theyre too ashamed
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| To wear their by appointment badges anymore
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| Sometimes they use vaseline, sometimes they use the pill
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| Ive often seen them with a gun
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| But as the years go by, old habits seem to die
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| And nowadays they knockatize them all
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| Oh youve got to watch out
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| As you wander round the square in the morning
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| Oh theyre everywhere, theyre everywhere |