| Well I’m up, I’ve got my pot
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| I’ve got my cup, I’ve got the lot,
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| I’m out for lunch, I’ve lost the plot
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| Look at my horse I’m riding and I may never stop!
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| She’s got a mane, she’s got a throne
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| Upon her back so here we go
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| Once again, well I’ll be blowed
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| Look at the crowd let’s stop and say hello
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| So many folks, I’ve met so far
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| Some lovely blokes who got me charged
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| Some lovely girls, a bit bizarre
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| I see my love out there wherever you are
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| Through estates where I make rap
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| The scary chaps who won’t wink back
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| They find me strange, but now their trapped
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| In a cliché while I’m hitting like a willow cricket-bat
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| It’s all game, so if you’re bored
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| Of all the same then climb aboard
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| And we can see what we can see
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| Whether abroad over here or even over-seas
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| My lovely horse, my might steed,
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| I give my thanks, oh yes indeed
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| For helping me see what to be,
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| On my horse as free as I could ever be
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| I’m on a horse, I’ve got a horse, I ride my horse, I like my horse
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| My lovely horse is not your horse
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| Can’t have horse not a horse that’s even like my horse
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| It is my horse, its got four legs, it is a horse,
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| I ride it around, because it’s a horse, that’s what you do when you got a horse
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| And that’s very much what I got
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| I got a horse, a lovely horse, a pretty horse, a pretty horse… |