| Scouring through the wasteland
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| With an uge to take
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| Anything that comes into view
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| Only ten more puffs to tea time
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| I’ve found eating so time consuming
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| WIllie, oh Willie she cried
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| It’s time for tea
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| WIllie, where in hell has he gone
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| It’s time for tea
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| South of the wateland at your D.I.Y
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| The inconsiderate rings his till
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| Offering plans of easy credit
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| Claims he’ll cause a killing in the school half term
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| WIllie, oh Willie she cried
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| It’s time for tea
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| WIllie, where in hell has he gone
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| It’s time for tea
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| And welly well well well what have I found here
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| A hiding place made by frigid air
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| I think I’ll try it on and give my mates a scare
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| They’ll all be searching neither here nor there
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| WIllie, oh Willie she cried
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| It’s time for tea
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| WIllie, where in hell has he gone
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| It’s time for tea
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| Long depress of autumn breeze
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| Sucking on a rubber back teeth
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| Plays into the hands of the hardware man
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| Who selfishly «I don’t care» |