| Stevie City loves his drugs
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| And he’s got friends in all the clubs
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| He spends his day with speed to burn
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| I wonder if he’ll ever learn
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| No sacrifice not ever
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| You know it’s there all the time
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| So speak to me in colour
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| You know you can all the time
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| Never fear Stevie’s here
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| He’s the geezer with the gear
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| He’s got the ticket for a donkey ride
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| He’s the man that’ll be outside
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| We call the copper pucca man
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| He’s from south of the river with a bit of a tan
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| He’ll wake you up when you’re in bed
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| And talk about what’s in his head
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| Stevie City jumped the fence
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| So he could hide the evidence
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| He’s always got a tale to tell
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| I wonder if his cottage’s for sale
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| No sacrifice not ever
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| You know it’s there all the time
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| So speak to me in colour
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| You know you can all the time
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| Never fear Stevie’s here
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| He’s the geezer with the gear
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| He’s got the ticket for a donkey ride
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| He’s the man that’ll be outside
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| We call the copper pucca man
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| He’s from south of the river with a bit of a tan
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| He’ll wake you up when you’re in bed
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| And tell you tales that are in his head
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| Stevie City’s got to stop
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| Going in the bedroom shop
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| He said don’t worry it’s five to four
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| But I shake my head as he slams the door
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| No sacrifice not ever
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| You know it’s there all the time
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| So speak to me in colour
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| You know you can all the time
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| Never fear Stevie’s here
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| He’s the geezer with the gear
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| He’s got the ticket for a donkey ride
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| He’s the man that’ll be outside
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| We call the copper pucca man
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| He’s from south of the river with a bit of a tan
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| He’ll wake you up when you’re in bed
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| And tell you tales that are in his head
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| I’m telling ya
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| I’m telling ya |