| Aged Casanova speaking to the tie-dye
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| Slightly fat and nineteen year old who’s lived a little lie
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| Down in the darkness where the little glow stares
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| I can spot the average ones
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| I can tell by the hair
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| But you, you shouldn’t be here way down on your knees
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| You don’t need the this and that and this and that andthis and that
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| You don’t need this
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| Chorus: Hey Tulip (x2), you’re the strong one
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| Hey Tulip (x2), yours is the long one.
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| Hey hey hey this must be your day
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| Somebody knows your face
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| They remember from '62
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| When you wore your shoes blue
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| And you had the kind of hairdo they’d never admire
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| You purchased a house and a horse
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| But you’re getting much thinner
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| Who’s watching the children at home?
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| Who’s making your dinner?
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| Shake it just one time for him
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| You remember your auntie Margaret
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| And your cousin Jim
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| They’ve been searching for you
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| But you’re still down here
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| Just one more small scotch, one more beer
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| Leave, leave, go home
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| To Bradford, Newcastle, somewhere
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| Go back up North, go away
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| They don’t want you here (x2) |