| Spearmint Rhino was taking our money
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| When Gran was robbed of her own life honey
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| The driverless hornet last post on the trumpet
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| His blind, crippled crumpet don’t like it but lump it
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| The engine, it won’t start without him
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| The engine, it won’t start without
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| So I went down to Sherry’s mod suits and Paul Weller
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| All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather
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| All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear
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| Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here
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| The engine, it won’t start without him
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| The engine, it won’t start without
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| The engine, it won’t start without him
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| The engine, it won’t start without
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| So he’s left us done up to the nines
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| With satin for lining and a coating of pine
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| And the engine is broke, I can’t fix and I’ve lost
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| All the coals and we’re running quite low
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| The engine is broke, I can’t fix and I’ve lost
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| All the coals and we’re running quite low |