| Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese
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| Look so divine, tell me they’re mine
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| And this thing doesn’t rhyme
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| The rights are wrong the left have gone right
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| Thought they might taste the Angel Delight
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| And swot him in sight
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| I can make no sense of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| Can’t make head nor tail of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| When I was aged under three
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| I went insane on the climbing frame
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| I totally lost it
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| Searching for the land of my dreams
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| The Soviet’s rave and nuns misbehave
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| And nobody rules but
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| I can make no sense of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| Can’t make head nor tail of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| La la la, la la la la la
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| Zippedy do
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| Zippedy don’t
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| Zippedy I don’t know
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| I can make no sense of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| Can’t make head nor tail of it
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| Living in the thick of it
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| Living
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| Living
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| Living
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| Living |