| Honey, honey
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| My you did look dapper in your mothers
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| Old green scarf
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| With your famous Auntie Aurthurs trousers on You were slapped by that slapper
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| And how we all laughed
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| But she laughed the loudest
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| Oh in 93
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| You could charm the bees nees of the bees
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| Cheeky youd say and we all fell around
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| Rolling round the playground
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| Saucy youd say and we all fell about
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| Rolling round the playground
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| In the 94
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| We all sang
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| Skipping and dancing hand in hand
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| Yeah with all the boys together
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| And all the girls together
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| Shes the last of the English roses
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| Shes the last of the English roses
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| (I wish to be so whirl awake again)
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| She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
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| And her Kappas from her Reeboks
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| And her tit from her tat
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| And Winstons from her Enoks
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| Its fine and take what I Coming out, coming alive
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| Round the Snooker table
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| You dance the Frutti-Tutti
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| She almost spilled her lager
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| Toasting girls of great beauty
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| But the closing moved by Coming of age, coming alive
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| All the boys together
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| And all the girls together
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| Shes the last of the English roses
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| Shes the last of the English roses
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| Yeah shes the last of the English roses
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| Shes the last of, last of the English
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| English roses
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| Ah sometimes you cant change
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| Therell be no place
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| Ce soir, disons chez moi
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| Enfin je compte de toi
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| Je te drague la rose mystique
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| Tu larrose mystique?
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| Ha, vas-y
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| Cest mon monde de soleil |