| Billy Liar’s got his hands in his pockets
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| Staring over at the neighbor’s, knickers down
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| He’s got his knickers down
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| So the summer is eternity for you?
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| Sleeping in until your father’s shaking you down
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| He’s shaking you down
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| And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
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| As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
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| All skulking around
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| Let you legs loll on the lino
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| 'Til your sinews spoil
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| Will you stay here for a while, dear
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| 'Til the radio plays something familiar?
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| Plays something familiar
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| All a-drifting, he’s a no-good boyo
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| Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
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| (His only catch all day)
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| So he sits and lets the current take him
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| A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
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| And at his ankles laid
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| As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
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| He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
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| How she twists and twirls!
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| Let you legs loll on the lino
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| 'Til your sinews spoil
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| Will you stay here for a while, dear
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| 'Til the radio plays something familiar?
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| Plays something familiar |