| Lady Fancy Knickers
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| Gee up, ya ya!
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| Dressed in your post-office skirt
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| Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa
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| Gee up, ya ya!
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| And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse
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| I wish that I could say to you
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| The things I’ve got to say to you
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| Instead I find my head is filled for hours
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| With wooden sweets and sellotape
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| With Scotch tape and electric tape
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| And insulating tape made out of flowers
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| I want a new theory of everything
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| A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string
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| Junior Soleil’s code of honour
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| Self-Portrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes
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| Lady Fancy Knickers
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| Gee up, ya ya
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| Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo
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| The etiquette of public information display
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| New games prefigure new societies
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| I wish I could I could be liege to you
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| Instead of laying siege to you
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| You know that you’re outnumbered, on the run
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| In the locker at the train station
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| I read your letter ending
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| 'If you love me, love me totally for fun'
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| Lady Fancy Knickers
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| Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you
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| A culture critic with a pot of glue
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| Make a cup of tea
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| Listen to the three
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| Lefthanded mongol horsemen on the radio
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| The first day of the siege
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| We dressed the men in white
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| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night
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| If you resist the third the city’s going to fall
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| Black is what we’ll wear when we come to kill you all |