| the rain has arrived at last
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| for which we had waited
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| the hawkers have packed up their stands
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| nothing to be traded
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| the soviets beside the quay
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| run back to the freighter
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| the terrace of the Rex Hotel
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| is closed by the waiters
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| we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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| where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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| your mistress has left her home
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| gone back to the dances
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| the smoking dens are starting up for life’s own enhancing
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| nobody goes to the war
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| since there’s none to go to
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| we just sit around the cafè bars
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| we sit waiting for you
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| we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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| where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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| why did you ever go up north
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| it is not for you
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| they’ll strip your little weak heart clean
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| then what will you do the Australians in the Bunny Bar
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| are waiting your return
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| everyone wants a piece of you
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| a piece of you to burn
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| we need you, oh Lucky Jim
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| where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim
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| we miss you here, oh Lucky Jim |