| Clambering men in big bad boots
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| Dug up my den, dug up my roots
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| Treated us like plasticine town
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| They built us up and knocked us down
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| From meccano to legoland
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| Here they come with a brick in their hand
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| Men with heads filled up with sand
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| Its build
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| Its build a house where we can stay
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| Add a new bit everyday
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| Its build a road for us to cross
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| Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
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| Whistling men in yellow vans
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| They can and drew us diagrams
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| Showed us how it all worked it out
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| And wrote it down in case of doubt
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| Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick
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| Its wall to wall and brick to brick
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| They work so fast it makes you sick
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| Its build
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| Its build a house where we can stay
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| Add a new bit everyday
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| Its build a road for us to cross
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| Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
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| Its build
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| Down with sticks and up with bricks
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| In with boots and up with roots
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| Its in with suits and new recruits
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| Its build |