| Yeah, I’m sick of this, England’s shit
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| It’s pissing down, we are drowned
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| Star is here, drinking beer, Star is scrawled on my wall
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| The C.I.D., they follow me, I kidnap Star in my car
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| A TVR we’ll drive to Prague and stop at Mars and we’ll be
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| Taking Star to LA
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| We’ll drive to Vegas for the day
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| We want to sit in the sun
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| And take it easy, take it easy, yeah
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| Mam’s got cake, bellyache, feeling sick through Kuwait
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| Stole a tank, drove to France, star’s amazed, in a trance
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| M53, hit a tree, crashed my car, I killed Star
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| Stowaway on a ship, dodge the pigs, what a trip
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| Taking Star to LA
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| We’ll drive to Vegas for the day
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| We want to sit in the sun
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| And take it easy
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| Take it easy
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| Take it easy, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Take it easy
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| Take it easy, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Take it easy, oh yeah |