| Don’t ever call me a man
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| I’ll decide for myself to tell you what I am
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| Don’t want to be called a boy know more
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| Cause boys fill the trenches in imperialist war
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| Don’t ever call me a queen
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| Victoria and values just ain’t the scene
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| Don’t want to be held responsible for you
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| To blame you for the future and the history too
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| We are the Commonwealth boys
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| South African village Jamaican toys
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| Born to create but trained to destroy
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| And I am a Commonwealth boy
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| Don’t ask if I’m a respectable force
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| I’m a ineffectual, intellectual of course
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| You would not up stand a really pretentious fool
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| I became aware in the care of a waitresses' school
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| Don’t even call me a friend of the post
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| The fox holes have fallen and the cemeteries closed
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| And I’ve been slaving down on charity farm
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| Living like a socialist with blood on my arm
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| We are the Commonwealth youths
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| From Tunder and Turnside were looking for jobs
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| Born to create but doomed to destroy
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| I am a Commonwealth boy
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| Don’t ever call me a man
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| I’ll decide for myself to tell you what I am
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| Don’t want to be called a boy know more
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| Cause boys fill the trenches in imperialist war
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| Don’t ever call me a queen
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| Victoria and values just ain’t my scene
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| Don’t want to be responsible for you
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| We blame you for the future and the history too
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| Don’t ever call me a man
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| I’ll decide when my life ends
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| I’m a boy I’m a boy don’t you tell the fairies
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| I’m a boy I’m a boy but my mother would not admit it |