| Houdini popped up out of the blue
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| She caught me on a saturday
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| She said, «I'm looking for a sensitive intelligent man
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| But all those guys have boyfriends
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| So you’ll have to do for now»
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| With her hearing aid and walking stick
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| She looked as if she’d passed her best
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| But she held my arm and said to me
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| «I'm so glad that I’ve found you
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| You’re mine again»
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| Full of the joys of a home win
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| I thought I’d humour an old queen
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| She said, «I'll take you to the cinema
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| And show you where it’s at boy»
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| I tried to back down courteously
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| «Tonights the night for clubbing, dear»
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| But she pulled her arm away from me
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| And screamed «You hopeless E-fused disco sheep!»
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| «I'm looking for a sensitive intelligent man
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| But all those guys have boyfriends
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| And you won’t do
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| No, you won’t do»
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini
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| And that’s how I blew it with Houdini |