| Who’s the loveable rogue known to compose colourful prose?
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| I’m on the road 'til my foot prints cover the globe
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| I speak low with a lump in my throat, and a lung full a smoke
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| Bunnin' dope in my humble abode, it’s bohemia
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| Sepia tone memorabilia, soak up the media
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| Daytime TV’s gettin' kinda tedious
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| Trapped with the social deviants
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| In the confines of my immediate
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| Future is fruitless
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| I’m through duckin' tutors
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| Dust so thick it dates back to the Tudors
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| Livin' in student digs on tins of tuna
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| Who spent the rent down the boozer?
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| We sip beers and split hairs over current-affairs
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| Any unwelcome guests get chucked down the stairs
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| The place where I pedal my wares
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| All the fun of the fair
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| B-boys hold down the square, it goes
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Spark it everyday!
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Cos that’s the place we stay
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| We got to pay the rent
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| That’s what we represent
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Call me the counterfeit Big Lebowski, part-time alchy
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| Scramblin' around for his house key
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| Knee deep in debris, sippin' on PG Tips like a chimpanzee
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| I’m the one-man jamboree, I won’t ram out ya jam for free
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| I perform for a standard fee cos I’m freezin' cold
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| Sleepin' with no central heatin'
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| I can even see mould growin' on the ceilin'
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| From my neighbours pipes that keep leakin'
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| In need of some herbal healin', I search and rummage
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| Eyes light up like rubies in a world of rubbish
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| Lookin' bummy like Worzel Gummidge, drunk and undernourished
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| Run ya gums and get rushed by the scrummage
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| The man with the dish-pan hands
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| Big band bustin' up ya tin pan jams
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Spark it everyday!
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Cos that’s the place we stay
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| We got to pay the rent
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| That’s what we represent
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| Its bohemia
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| All we do is wash up and bill up
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| And fill up our cups with the cheap stuff
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| Puffin' on punk free tree trunks
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| Cuttin' up breezeblocks
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| Bonding with b-boys who need detox
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| Yeah the seeds pop
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| I get paranoid and wonder whether the neighbours ever eavesdrop
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| Livin' in the flat that time forgot
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| Where evrybody has a vice but we tryin' to stop
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| Or maybe not
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| Jottin by the light of lamps
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| I’m boxed in with the moths and the rising damp
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| Cramped coz of all the clutter
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| Crumbs in the butter
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| Theres a better side of life im tryin' to disover
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| Theres another day with fine and rhyming skills
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| 'til I bop to the shop for a pint of milk
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| Its time to build and pay the bills
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| Not to mention the rent
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| Right now thats what I represent yow
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Spark it everyday!
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Cos that’s the place we stay
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| We got to pay the rent
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| That’s what we represent
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah get down with us
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| … yeah Get down with us
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| … yeah Get down with us
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| The domesticated age yeah get down with us
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| All the housebound players get down with us
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| All the herbalist hermits get down with us
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| Beats to the equalizer get down with us
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| Bohemia the place stays covered in dust
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| It goes
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Adventures in New Bohemia
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| Adventures in New Bohemia-a-a |