| Two fat ladies at my door
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| Over the hills and far much more
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| Seeking the teats of mother and child
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| Some marked bitter, others mild
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| Two fat ladies click, click, click
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| I’ve gone too far and far too quick
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| Yester, yesterday is gone
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| Very nice then but now all worn
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| Dry that, dry that tear away
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| Come back when the world has changed
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| On and on and on we go
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| Courage and brave for all on show
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| On and on, on and on we go
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| Two fat ladies, 88
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| Chatting and waiting on a garden gate
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| Two young fellows not too late
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| What’s the time and what’s our fate?
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| Sugar, sugar, ain’t it sweet
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| Loves your mind but rots your teeth
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| Looking for sugar for my bowl
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| Up the apples and down the road
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| Been all over this town today
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| But can’t find my feet or stand up straight
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| Silver veils that dance and hide
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| Golden tales lay on their side
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| Raise my glass, I’m in the pink
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| I’m sitting here waitinq for the sun to sink
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| On and on and on we go |