| We arrived at the gig looking rough
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| Not happy, we’d all had enough
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| Of eight hours on the road
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| (blast)
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| Legs Larry said he, «It's the boozer for me, dear boy.»
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| «Yip, yip, yessiry.»
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| And the hotel reception was empty and cold
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| With 'orrid red wallpaper forty years old
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| It stank like a rhino house!
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| Mr. Slater said, «Oh, I can smell Vindaloo!»
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| «Oh, really?»
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| «No sir, O’Reilly!»
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| Hobnob
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| And we wave to the people who frown
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| At our hair as we ride into town
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| And Chalky and Nozz had set up the gear
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| In the club where the Dohl Pal Show would appear
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| In person as themselves
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| (arf, arf)
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| In person as themselves
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| Then Neil, Fred and I played darts for a while
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| Before we switched on our theatrical smile
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| Hey, you remember!
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| Hot dogs on sale in foyer!
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| Eyy…
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| «You can have a drink in your dressing room, lads, but you can’t come into club
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| looking like that. |
| We can’t oblige! |
| Thank you.»
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| «Hey, Redneck!»
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| «We've had 'em all 'ere, you know… Tommy Raye…»
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| «Aye…»
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| «That's a brand new scratch on the piano, cost you seventy-five quid to put
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| that right.»
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| «Whoa, 'oo did that?»
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| «I remember one time--»
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| «And Buddy ??!»
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| «Aye.»
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| «Put off all thought though, in here, dunnit?»
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| «Whoa, what?»
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| «Will you take your empty glasses back to the bar!»
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| «Any 'artistes' messing in football will be paid off, immediately.»
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| «Hoover!»
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| «It's not for meself, lads, it’s for me daughter.»
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| «Five pints of lager and one Coke!»
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| «You got me, lads, it’s the manager that makes the rules.» |