| How sad are we?
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| And how sad have we been?
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| We’ll let you know, We’ll let you know
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| Oh, but only if — you’re really interested
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| You wonder how
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| We’ve stayed alive 'till now
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| We’ll let you know, We’ll let you know
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| But only if — you’re really interested
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| We’re all smiles
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| Then, honest, I swear, it’s the turnstiles
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| That make us hostile
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| Oh … We will descend
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| On anyone unable to defend
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| Themselves
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| Oh … And the songs we sing
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| They’re not supposed to mean a thing
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| La, la, la, la … Oh …
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| You’re lonely, Oh … you’re lonely
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| Oh …
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| GET OFF THE ROOF !
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| Oh … Your Arsenal !
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| We may seem cold, or
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| We may even be
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| The most depressing people you’ve ever known
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| At heart, what’s left, we sadly know
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| That we are the last truly British people you’ll ever know
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| We are the last truly British people you will ever know
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| You’ll never never want to know |