| You who speak to me across the fence
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| Of common sense
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| How your tomato plant will win a prize,
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| won’t that be nice,
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| And by the way, how’s your wife?
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| Your holidays were spent in Spain
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| You went by train
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| You’ll go again
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| Have you seen me bullfight poster on the wall?
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| Do you know the 'appy memory it recalls?
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| Here’s a photograph of me and my son, Ted
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| That’s me cousin with his 'anky on his 'ead!
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| We booked in at our 'otel just after two
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| And met a family from Bradford that we knew
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| Oooh, a melody! |
| Burp!
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Separates next door from me My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Oh, Mama!
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| Belongs to me Rodney’s bass saxophone solo, as promised
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Semi-detach-ed, ah!
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Oh, Mama!
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| Belongs to moi
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| I have a sister in Toronto who’s a nurse
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| And I’ve had a bit of bother laying turf
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| It’s life, not books, that taught me all I’ve learned
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| Woop, in the b’oven my rice pudding’s getting burned!
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| Ere, have you seen the new attachment on me drill?
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| I must have the cat put down, cause he’s ill
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| Hey, neighbour!
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| I may paint it blue
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Keeps me safe from
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| you!
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| I’m a wobbly jelly, you’re a pink blancmange
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| I’m a sherry trifle, you’re a chocolate sponge
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| Your dad wears a paper hat, mine inflates balloons
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| Whoops! |
| Boodly boop! |
| Pop! |
| Here comes a spoon!
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| My pink half of the drainpipe
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| Separates me from the incredibly fascinating story of your life and
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| every day-to-day event in all its minute and tedious attention to detail |