| We dig our models with the brains the size of models
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| And cars that we can trust with out wives
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| And we dig converstations with girls from every nation
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| But not the ones that whisper or tell lies
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| Wherever there’s a will there’s a motorway
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| Wherever there is greed there is speed
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| And they’ve always got to be there for yesterday
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| Welcome to the new scalextric’s breed
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| And the light they always show to them
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| Is green, green, green
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| And the heels they always show to me Are clean, clean, clean
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| We’re only flying past so we dig our sevice fast
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| From the waiters to the women to the wine
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| Never mind the match, I’ve an urgent date to catch
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| Get me to the concert hall on time
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| Pretending to be pilots in a war
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| Pretending to weave between the flak
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| No-one knows what the mission’s for
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| Blinkered horses on the track
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| And the light they always show to them
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| Is green, green, green
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| And the heels they always show to me Are clean, clean, clean |