| Found myself in a strange town
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| Though I’ve only been here for three weeks now
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| I’ve got blisters on my feet
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| Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
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| I bought an A to Z guide book
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| Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
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| But when you ask in a strange town
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| They say don’t know, don’t care
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| And I’ve got to go, mate
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| They worry themselves about feeling low
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| They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
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| They all ignore me cause they don’t know
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| I’m really a spaceman from those UFOs
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| You’ve got to move in a straight line
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| You’ve got to walk and talk in four four time
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| You can’t be weird in a strange town
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| You’ll be betrayed by your accent and manners
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| You’ve got to wear the right clothes
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| Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
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| You can’t be nice in a strange town
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| Cause we don’t know, don’t care
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| And we got to go, man
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| Rush my money to the record shops
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| I stop off in a back street
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| Buy myself a snort
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| We got our own manifesto
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| Be kind to queers
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| And I’m so glad the revolution’s here
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| It’s nice and warm now!
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| I’ve finished with clubs where the music’s loud
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| Cause I don’t see a face in a single crowd
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| There’s no one there
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| I look in the mirror
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| But I can’t be seen
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| Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
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| Looking back at me
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| Oh, oh
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| Found myself in a strange town
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| Though I’ve only been here for three weeks now
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| I’ve got blisters on my feet
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| Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
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| I bought an A to Z guide book
|
| Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
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| They say don’t know, don’t care
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| And I’ve got to go, mate
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| They worry themselves about feeling low
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| They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
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| They all ignore me cause they don’t know
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| I’m really a spaceman from those UFOs
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| Strange town
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| Break it up
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| Burn it down, shake it up
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| Break it up |