| For a second I’ll be the fashion police
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| And I’m just looking at your garms
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| You been on too many catalogue sprees
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| With your grannyfied curtain designs
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| You’re hurting my eyes
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| You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by
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| I’m kinda mixed up in this disco inferno
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| Baggy jeans and a tight top, lemonade and Pernod
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| I’m sticking out like a sore thumb
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| But I ain’t concerned though
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| No, uh oh, oh oh oh (boogie)
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| (Chorus (repeat 2x))
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| Fling on an Adidas hoodie and just boogie woogie with me
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| Oooh…
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| Or you can just
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| Put on your dancing shoes
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| And get loose, can you, get loose, can you?
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| So I was up in this trendy bar mingling
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| My keys around my neck were jingling
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| And you was looking at me like it was my bling
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| You was staring at me like to say I was Ginger
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| I was dishing out the same dirty looks
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| Trust me you’re the minger
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| Errrr, who’s she, who’s that, who’s her?
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| The bouncer was approaching me
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| 'Cos I was dressed really inappropriately
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| No hood, no hats, no this, no that
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| Let’s roll, uh 'oll 'oll 'oll…(out!)
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| Right everybody
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| If you’ve got someone who can’t dress properly
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| Yeah you need to direct them this way
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| Why not just cut up all your old clothes and make a quilt
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| So I can wrap myself up when I’m feeling cold
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| Why not dash your ugly boots on the fire and then dump charcoal
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| If you’re not feeling the way that your bredgin is dressin'
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| Don’t be stressin', send them in my direction please
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| Black shoes, white socks, no uh oh
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| Polka dots, no uh oh
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| Flowery frocks, no uh oh
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| Just boogie woogie with me!!!
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| (Chorus repeat until end) |