| Well now the school Christmas party is coming
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| Ain’t doing rugby no more
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| McIntyre teaching us waltzing
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| Out on the gymnasium floor
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| Nobody battered or bleeding
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| Nobody’s tattered and torn
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| McIntyre’s dim, loud in the gym
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| Well, we’ve only got a little (…)
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| We’ve only got a little (…)
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| And it’s you, you, you’re a disgrace
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| McIntyre tore us apart
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| We dance with ourselves, when the (…) find their space
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| Waltzing with fear in our hearts
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| Waltzing with fear in our hearts,
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| On the big final manoeuvre, all of our heads are a whirl
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| Getting much closer to the deep thing
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| This time we’ll do it with girls
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| In the arena the ladies are waiting
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| A twelve year old girl for a bride
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| The matches were fixed, somehow we mixed
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| And the fat girl got left on the side
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| The fat girl got left on the side.
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| And it’s you, you, you’re a disgrace
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| McIntyre tore us apart
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| We dance with ourselves, when the (…) find their space
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| Waltzing with fear in our hearts
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| Waltzing with fear in our hearts
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| It’s the secondary waltz
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| Well you come to my right, and I am under the light
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| See that my footwork is false
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| Don’t count me out, the start of the bow
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| I’m just doing secondary waltz
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| Doing secondary waltz
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| And it’s the secondary waltz
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| Yeah, it’s the secondary waltz |