| So lonely was the ballad
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| Harmonica man Sam was so knackered
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| After jives of love
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| He puts on the gloves then puts on his hat
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| Then it’s home to the missus who sits on his tongue
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| Selfish sons with their packs of cigarettes
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| Forking out two take your girl with the ticket
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| Some times same other times not with it
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| Standing at the picket man your hands they’re freezing
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| Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe’s
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| Half gee blow Marilyn’s gone loco Navahoo
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| High ho silver hey ho let’s go dancing with the average Joe’s
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| Who talk with their fists and argue with their friends
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| Always take the piss but they’re loyal in the end
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| Watch out 'cause they’ll steal your girlfriend
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| Take her round the back and she’ll come back limping
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| Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
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| Crying out sighs but they’re still looking dangerous
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you
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| Living life in the fast lane
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| Give it up when you got no game
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you
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| So remember when you choke there is a reason being
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| We leaving the town haven’t been believing
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| Blowing up smoke from the lung to the ceiling
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| Making sure nightmares turn up in your dreaming
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| We’re all good as we bounce this way
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| On the mic everyday hitting up the country, oh
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| Good times in the old city
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| Who listening and who wants war
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| Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
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| Crying out sighs but they’re still looking dangerous
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you
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| Living life in the fast lane
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| Give it up when you got no game
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you
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| Some of them said you never made the cut
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| Young son breakaway want to be older
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| Sober as a judge as the door slams shut
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| Three bags full and a yes for the no sir
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| Say as you leaving get up to go go
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| Say hello sha woddy woddy wa wo wo
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| There’s never been a better way of getting right out of this town on Monday
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| I still wear up my old tap shoes they fit
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| You and me look twelve years old back when I was ten
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| Whilst boozy Suzi got woozy with a who’s he advantage taking
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| If I ever see again that chaperone get kicked in the teeth
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| High street down town well the dress is ripped and her shoes are soaking
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| One step three back drinking potion
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| Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
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| Crying out sighs but they’re still looking dangerous
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you
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| Living life in the fast lane
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| Give it up when you got no game
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| Oh, this is definitely all for you |