| Oh greedy alcohol, you take me
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| Parade me around these grubby streets
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| Shake me
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| The joy you seem to take
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| Turning me into a fake
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| Like a plastic cherry on a cardboard plate
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| So, rollout the barrel, tonight I’ve had my fill
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| I’ve emptied both my pockets in the barmaids till
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| Mouths hanging sideways, open out into the street
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| Cigarettes, matches, un-coordinated feet
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| There’s door fulls of winos in the
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| Learing London light
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| And for the crouds of sightseers
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| I make quite a sight
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| Reeling sideways downwards
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| Take a picture of me
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| Of all the tourist sights
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| I’m a sight to see
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| It’s clear, it’s clear as mud
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| It’s in, it’s in my blood
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| I come from a long line
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| Whose only fear is closing time
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| Alcohol!
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| Nnnno more alcohol, oh
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| Nnnno more alcohol, yeah yeah
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| No more alcohol
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| On and for the fifth time tonite
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| You are sliding down
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| But you won’t stop there
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| You start falling through the ground
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| Will he make it, ha
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| But he’s up, hey hey, he’s Cassius Clay
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| Throwing rights and lefts
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| They’re coming everyway
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| Mistaking lamposts for boys and girls
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| Yeah, single handedly, taking on the world
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| It’s clear, it’s clear as mud
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| It’s in, it’s in my blood
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| I come from a long line
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| Whose only fear is closing time
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| It’s clear, it’s clear as mud
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| It’s in, it’s in my blood
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| I come from a long line
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| Whose only fear is closing T-I-I-I-IME
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| (Oh greedy alcohol, you’ve taken the lot
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| We were having such a good time
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| You don’t know when to stop)
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| (No) no more alcohol
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| (Rum, Pernod, Pink Gin, He’ll drink anything
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| So long as his troubles disappear)
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| Same again
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| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol
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| Would you like to dance?
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| Yeah
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| I’m only here for the beer |