| Oh, bright new day!
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| We’re movin' away
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| Mam, what’s up?
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| We’re startin' all over again
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| Is it a summons mother?
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| Oh, bright new day!
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| We’re movin' away
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| Sammy!
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| Where nobody’s heard of our name
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| I never done nothin'! |
| Honest, mam!
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| Where we can begin again
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| Feel we can win and then
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| Live just like living should be
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| Got a new situation
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| A new destination
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| No reputation followin' me!
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| What is it? |
| What is it?
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| We’re getting out
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| We’re moving house
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| We’re startin' all over again
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| Yeah!
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| We’re leaving this mess
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| For our new address
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| 65 Skelmersdale Lane
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| Where’s that, mam?
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| Is that in the country?
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| What’s it like there?
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| Where the air is so pure you get drunk just by breathing
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| The washing stays clean on the line
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| And there’s space for the kids
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| 'Cause the garden’s that big
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| It’ll take you a week just to reach the far side
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| (spoken)
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| Come on Sammy, Mickey, you’ve all gorra help
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| Er, please excuse us, we’ve gorra pack
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| We’re movin'
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| (sung)
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| What did she say?
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| They’re movin' away
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| Praise the Lord, He has delivered us at last!
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| They’re getting out
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| They’re moving house
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| Life won’t be the same as in the past
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| I can safely predict a sharp drop in the crime rate
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| It’ll be calm and peaceful 'round 'ere
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| And now I might even get paid what is mine
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| An' you’ll see the graffiti will soon disappear
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| Just pack up the bags
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| We’re leaving the rags
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| The wobbly wardrobe
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| Chest of drawers that doesn’t close
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| The two-legged chair
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| The carpet so bare
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| You wouldn’t see it if wasn’t for the holes
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| Now that we’re movin'
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| Now that we’re improvin'
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| Let’s just wash our hands of this lot
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| It’s no longer fitting for me to be sitting
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| On a sofa I know for a fact was knocked off
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| We might get a car
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| Be all la-dee-dah
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| Beep beep!
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| Go driving out to the sands
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| Mickey! |
| Sammy! |
| The sands, yeah!
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| And at the weekend
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| A gentleman friend
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| Might take me dancing to the local bands
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| We’ll have a front room
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| And then if it should happen
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| His Holiness flies in from Rome
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| He can sit there with me
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| Eating toast, drinking tea
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| In the sort of surroundings that remind him of home
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| (spoken)
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| It’s like the country, isn’t it, mam?
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| You’ll be alright out here, son. |
| Away from the muck and the dirt and the bloody
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| trouble. |
| I could dance — come 'ere!
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| Get off! |
| Get off!
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| (sung)
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| Oh, bright new day
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| We’re movin' away
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| We’re startin' all over again
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| All over again!
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| Oh, bright new day
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| We’re movin' away
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| Where nobody’s heard of our name
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| (spoken)
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| What’re you laughin' at?
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| I’m not laughin', I’m smilin'. |
| I haven’t seen you happy like this for ages, mam!
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| I am happy now, son. |
| But, hey, where’s the others?
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| They went into that field over there, mam
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| Sammy. |
| Sammy, get off that bleedin' cow before I kill ya! |
| Christ,
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| what’s our Donna Marie stepped into? |
| Sammy, that cow’s a bull! |
| Come 'ere the
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| pair of ya!
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| (sung)
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| Now we can begin again
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| Feel we can win and then
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| Live just like living should be
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| Got a new situation
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| A new destination
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| No reputation followin' me!
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| We’re gettin' out
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| We’re movin' house
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| We’re goin' away
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| We’re gettin' out today
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| Gettin' out today
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| We’ve movin', movin' movin', we’re movin', we’re movin'
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| Movin' house
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| We’re goin' away
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| Oh, bright new day! |