| I drew a lemon
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| I thought we’d last forever
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| But you drew the curtains
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| And pulled yourself together
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| Me I was certain
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| We’d wed and save our pennies
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| You went for a burton
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| Said «sod the consequences»
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| A couple of friends called by
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| And asked me to go out
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| Well maybe on Friday night
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| I’ll iron a shirt
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| Choose a tie
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| And drink until that well is dry
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| But
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| I drew a lemon
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| Those girls just laughed and wafted by
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| I sat there waiting
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| Waiting for snow in mid-July
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| They threw a party
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| But all three guests were boring
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| I turned on the TV
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| To drown the sound of snoring
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| A couple of cops drop by
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| 'cos Mr Singh complained
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| The level of my Hi-Fi
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| Is driving him to drink, I think
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| I’ll turn it down 'til you turn up again
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| A couple of years roll by
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| And me I’m doing fine
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| I work for the FBI
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| They promised me a Christmas bonus
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| Just think
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| One day this will all be mine
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| But I drew a lemon
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| I punched that gift horse in the mouth
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| I won’t get to heaven
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| If heaven’s North then I’ll choose South
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| A couple of friends crawl by
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| And beg me to go out
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| Well maybe the time is right
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| To iron that shirt
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| Choose a tie
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| Watch you and your friends
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| Go sailing by |