| Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement
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| Soho lights, another night --- thinking of you
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| Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly
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| Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile ---
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| As you leave the place where you work until 12.30
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| And the policemen nods as you pass along his beat
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| Sweaty feet, troubled brow -- we’re all in the same game, lady
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| Life’s no bowl of cherries --- it’s a black and white strip cartoon
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| I’ve been warned that you and your friends are crazy
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| As from your hearts you bare your parts to the gentlemen
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| Who, while they drool, trying to keep cool, spill their Scotch and water
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| But I’m not that way, I must say --- I’d much prefer to see you in your
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| texturised rubber rainwear around 12.30
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| Come and play shades of grey in my black and white strip cartoon
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| Strip cartoon is all I’m after
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| Strip cartoon is all I crave ---
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| So come to my place around 12.30
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| 'cos I’m a leading politician at a dangerous age |