| it’s lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
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| she giggles at the screen 'cos it looks so green
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| there’s carpets on the pavements
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| and feathers in her eye
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| but sooner or later, her new friends will realise
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| that julie’s been working for the drug squad
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| well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true
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| stash it in the bank while the tablets grow high
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| in their millions
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| and everybody’s high (hi, man…)
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| but there’s someone looking down
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| from that mountainside
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| 'cos julie’s been working for the drug squad
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| and it’s ten years for you
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| nineteen for you
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| and you can get out in twenty-five
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| that is if you’re still alive
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| an' then there came the night of the greatest ever raid
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| they arrested every drug that had ever been made
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| they took eighty-two laws
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| through eighty-two doors
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| and they didn’t halt the pull
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| till the cells were all full
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| 'cos julie was working for the drug squad
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| they put him in a cell, they said you wait here
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| you’ve got the time to count all of your hair
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| you’ve got fifteen years
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| a mighty long time
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| you could have been a physicist
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| but now your name is on the mailbag list
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| julie’s been working for the drug squad
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| gumbo! |