| Dave and Mary quite contrary live in a council block
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| High in the sky, they wonder why
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| They have to strengthen their front door lock
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| They’re living on dreams and custard creams
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| And laying awake at night
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| Living in fear like all the old dears
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| Something just ain’t right
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| Though he looks quite old, he’s only twenty three
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| He’s the father of a boy and a girl you see
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| He scrimps and saves on his pittance of pay
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| Just to keep his old woman at bay
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| Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
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| Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
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| Well, the world’s full of Dave and Marys
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| But what have they done wrong?
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| They tried too hard, they’ve been mentally scarred
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| They’re singing the same old song
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| The story of Dave and Mary is a typical tragedy
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| The only things they’ve got left in life
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| Are the kids and an old Capri
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| She looks a mess in her tatty old dress
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| She never wears make-up, she couldn’t care less
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| The baby was born on the day she left school
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| She doesn’t believe in nothing at all
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| Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
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| Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones |