| Flash goes a little hummingbird a dart and worried thread
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| At the screen door by his lemon tree out here with the quick and the dead
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| Designer blinds above LA frame the perfect view
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| It’s gonna be another day of sun and shameless blue
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| By his cutting block the time has come for the fruit there by the juicer
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| He grinds fresh coffee for himself he’s beaten our producer
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| LA Times lies on the stone warming there like bread
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| Hey what’s not to like out here with the quick and the dead?
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| Good on you son, good on you
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
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| Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
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| Good on you son, good on you
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
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| You wanna know what happiness is? |
| In his eye lives a hunter’s gleam
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| Something to look forward to, this cat’s gonna get the cream
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| Skin of a mango is so smooth, smoother than the devil
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| Cut it, slice it, chop it up to the rhythm of a cockney rebel
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| Back in Blighty there’s a flat on a grimy sink estate
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| That’s why he walked out of that and went to the Golden State
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| Left the backie and the beer where he was born and bred
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| Now he’s cutting it out here with the quick and the dead
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| Good on you son, good on you
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
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| Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
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| What would you have had him do
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah
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| Good on you son, good on you
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two
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| Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah
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| Good on you son, good on you
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| The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah |