| A devout and well respected man
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| Woe betide you if you wander from God’s plan
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| Square shouldered, straight as a die
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| The righteous truth, he never tell you no lies
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| But when that old sun go down
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| He’s heading off up the wrong side of town
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| Eyes sparkle in the red light glow
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| Trouser pockets he’s ready to go
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| Calm down, Mr. Apples
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| You’re gonna do yourself in
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| Tell us where you’ve been
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| Head of the table at the Rotary club
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| Never unsure of which shoulders he should rub
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| Scout leader, a pillar of the Church, Capital Punishment
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| He wants to bring back the birch (of course, he does)
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| Cause when that old sun go down
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| Heading off under the wrong side of town
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| Eyes sparkle in the red light glow
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| Trouser pockets he’s ready to go
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| Calm down, Mr. Apples
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| You’re gonna do, you’re gonna do yourself in
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| Oh tell us where you’ve been
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| And ooooooooooooh
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| Calm down, Mr. Apples
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| You’re gonna wear yourself out
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| And what’s it all about
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| Eyes sparkle in the red light glow
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| Trouser pockets he’s ready to go
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| Calm down, Mr. Apples
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| You’re gonna do, you’re gonna do yourself in
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| Oh tell us where you’ve been
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| Calm down, Mr. Apples
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| You’re gonna wear yourself out
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| And what’s it all about
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| What’s it all about
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| What’s it all about
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| You’re gonna wear yourself out
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| You’re gonna wear yourself out |