| Bish bash bosh
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| It was back in the 80s when the frocks went posh
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| Yeah it was bish bash bosh
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| Just as long as you got your dosh
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| Splish splash splosh
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| Bolly Beluga talking all that tosh
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| Yeah it was splish splash splosh
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| Just as long as you got your dosh
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| Did your old girl moan, and your granddad weep
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| When they knocked down the pub in Liverpool Street?
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| It was under the dirty old stairs called the apples and pairs (Yeah!)
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| With the pound note gone, and the coins come in
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| And the love and peace firmly in the bin
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| And the leader in and her shiny girls and boys
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| Bish bash bosh
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| Time that the hippies had a damn good wash
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| It was a bit ships prow
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| 'Cause we were into the 80s now
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| Then it was, «ok, ya!»
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| Going to Twickers in your daddy’s car
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| Then it was, «oh my gosh!»
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| Which was pucker for bish bash bosh
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| And did your mate come round like he owned the earth
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| Saying you’ll never guess what my house is worth?
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| Better buy one then 'cause they’re shooting up round here ('Ere!)
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| Seven years ago he was moving sacks
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| Now he’s mooching round with a Filofax
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| And he’s in the pub with a wine instead of a beer |