| Here they come with their make-up on
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| as lovely as the clouds, come and see them,
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| Boys and girls and their mums and their words
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| and their romances and jobs and their sons,
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| Barking mad kids, lonely dads
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| who drug it up to give it some meaning,
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| From the raves to the council estates
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| they're reminding us there's things to be done.
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| But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
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| you and me, so lazy...
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| Here they come gone 7am
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| getting satellite and Sky getting cable,
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| Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
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| who just really, really want to be loved,
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| Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
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| helping out around the disabled,
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| From the flats and the maisonettes
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| they're reminding us there's things to be done.
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| But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
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| you and me, so lazy...
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| It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me... |