| Parking Inspector
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| — just made my list of one thousand
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| one thousand and one
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| but ah Parking Inspectorў‚¬¦
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| Went to my friends
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| when I found a fine beat
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| cos I like to play a rhythm
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| where the rhythm plays me
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| play it all day
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| on a balcony above the street
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| where old Franky and me we
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| shuffle with our feet
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| And old man Goergie
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| takes some sugar with his tea
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| when heў‚¬"ўs stirred by a melody
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| of hands moving easy
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| you see it reminds him
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| dreams by the sea
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| where the breeze blows
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| underneath that island tree
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| And we played til the playing
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| Gave us the munchies
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| then we played in the kitchen
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| made the easy gods happy
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| cos we left them a little chilli-special
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| and some chocolate we eat because itў‚¬"ўs sweet
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| when I leave I am smiling
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| at the things I havenў‚¬"ўt done
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| oh I havenў‚¬"ўt broke a sweat
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| and I havenў‚¬"ўt had to run
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| for the list of one-thousand
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| -and-one that does plague me
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| on some days
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| when the sun rays donў‚¬"ўt come
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| Parking Inspector
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| just made my list of one thousand
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| one thousand and one
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| but ah Parking Inspector
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| When I get to my car
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| I am faced with a sight
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| that is strange and itў‚¬"ўs sad
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| and itў‚¬"ўs mad itў‚¬"ўs not right
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| thereў‚¬"ўs one thousand and one
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| spaces free but I see
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| that he find me guilty
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| of the time over fee
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| Now I know why my mother
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| why my mother warned me
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| said ў‚¬њyou might be lucky
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| but know nothing comes for freeў‚¬"ў
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| she is right — entirely
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| cos the ticket paid the song
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| that I sing to this beat
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| Parking inspector
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| just made my list of one thousand
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| one thousand and one
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| but ah parking inspector
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| wonў‚¬"ўt let you wreck my fun
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| cos when I pay for my ticket
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| I wonў‚¬"ўt curse and despise
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| no iў‚¬"ўll run into the girl
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| with the slinky blue eyes
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| then my list of one thousand and one
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| will remain
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| I had plans to get it done
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| but now my plans they have changed
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| Parking Inspector
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| just made my list of one thousand
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| one thousand and one
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| but ah Parking Inspector
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| ў‚¬њjust listen to the bass and the funky drumsў‚¬"ў
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| Parking Inspector
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| just made my list of one thousand
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| grow a little more
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| but ah parking inspector
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| you wonў‚¬"ўt believe what I saw
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| on the back of my ticket
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| with invisible type
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| was a map to the place
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| with one thousand delights
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| and a key that was one to that
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| spot by the sea where the breeze
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| blows underneath that island tree |