| Met me a girl the other week
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| Long blonde hair lips you could eat
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| She thanked me for the drinks I bought
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| And said the train that she ought to have caught
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| Had probably left I heard a voice inside me
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| Say You lucky bugger
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| Break a leg
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| All my life I’ve tried to avert Incidents where, I could be hurt
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| At school they taught me right from wrong
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| No harm in being a weakling as long as long as you use your head
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| Yet on the stage if you want to succeed
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| The thing to do is break a leg
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| Why not an arm
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| Why Not a toe
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| Why only one when one as you know
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| Is not quite complete
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| To do that you need One more
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| Upon my word you take it from me
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| On my winter hols I love to ski
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| But rather than go down too fast
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| And end up with my face alas
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| Covered in egg I do as my instructor says
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| Get on that piste and break a leg
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| Why not an arm not a chin
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| What’s so clever about breaking your leg so to speak how would your feet then
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| grow
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| I went to do the other night
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| Could hardly drink cause I had to drive
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| And just as I was about to leave
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| A chap got up and spoke to me
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| Here’s what he said I hear your leaving that’s a shame
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| Its good to see you glad you came
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| Before you go from all of us here
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| A safe journey home now
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| Break a leg |