| Kids, planes, runway strikes
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| Flashy pimps and family fights
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| Spotted dogs, blood-shot eyes
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| Our space captain laughs and tries
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| To understand the scheme of things
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| But just in time the scene has changed
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| The bus is here, bring the beer
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| Sherman’s reading Shakespeare
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| Movie makers, boobie shakers
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| And Saxy airplane ticket takers
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| Union members
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| Leo Fender’s pride and joy — electric toy
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| Teachers, learners, incense burners
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| Religious leaders and chronic bleeders
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| Thieves and pirates on a ride
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| It’s a hippie commune bonafied
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| Life and time, war death dealers
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| Rock pop correspondence fever
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| But Okies and Limeys, curtain climbers
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| Stones and future Dominoes
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| Know which way the wind blows
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| Stolen cola no one knows
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| The shadow do
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| But it’s still a shady crew
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| 'Cause I love her, and she loves you
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| Just myself and forty friends
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| In the name of Cocker power
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| Out here on the road again
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| With Mad Dogs and Englishmen |