| I get camping eyes in the final hour
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| Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
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| The fuss they make, you’d swear they were buying a car
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| They always moan, moan it’s not so cheap
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| Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street
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| Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there
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| Closing down, they’re closing down another road
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| One way, system steals the show
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| Mack the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| The flower man sits down in the street
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| Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week
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| Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth
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| Make up, we make up a crappy joke
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| Sit back, relax and have a smoke
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| Mack the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| I get camping eyes in the final hour
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| Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
|
| Mack the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest
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| There’s more life, more life, more life in a tramp’s vest |