| I took out all the seats and away I went
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| It’s a right old banger and the chassis bent
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| It’s got a great big peace sign across the back
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| And most of the windows have been painted black
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| The windshield’s cracked, it’s a bugger to drive
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| It starts making smoke over thirty five
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| It’s a psychedelic nightmare with a million leaks
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| It’s home sweet home to some sweet arse freaks
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| Slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger
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| Slow down itinerant child, there’s no more welcome stranger
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| Soon I was rumbling through the morning fog
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| With my long-haired children and my one-eyed dog
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| With the trucks and the buses and the trailer vans
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| My long throw horns playing Steely Dan
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| We straggled out for miles along the Beggar’s Hill
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| And the word came down that we’d lost Old Bill
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| You can bet your boots I’m coming when the times are hard
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| That’s why they keep my dossier at Scotland Yard
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| Slow down itinerant child, you’re still accelerating
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| Slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue are waiting
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| Itinerant child, don’t do what you’re doing
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| Itinerant child, you’d better slow down
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| We drove into Happy Valley seeking peace and love
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| With a lone helicopter hanging up above
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| We didn’t realise until we hit the field
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| There were four hundred cozzers holding riot shields
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| They terrorised our babies and they broke our heads
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| It’s a stone fucking miracle there’s no one dead
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| They turned my ramshackle home into a burning wreck
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| My one-eyed dog got a broken neck
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| Slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger
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| Slow down itinerant child, there’s no more welcome stranger
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| Slow down itinerant child, you’re still accelerating
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| Slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue are waiting |