| Pulled in at the front of the bar
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| Shut the engine down
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| Jumped out the car, locked her up
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| Then I turned around
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| Then I saw a man with a gun in my face
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| Said listen here son, you made your first mistake
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| I never moved so fast with a gun in my ear
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| He said ya better move on
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| Cos ya can’t park here
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| Sittin' in the bar she was sucking
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| on a cigarette
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| Looking at the world like the sweetest thing
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| I ever met
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| Had a little laugh, railed another line
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| Sipping double scotch like it’s going out of style
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| She looked me up and down and whispered in my ear
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| She said ya better move on
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| Cos ya can’t park here
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| From Tooting up to Barking,
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| must have been in every dive
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| I was kindly asked to leave
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| By the monkeys in the ties
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| So I found another place
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| But it was painted shocking pink
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| When a guy come up and asked me
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| Would I like another drink
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| I broke into a sweat
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| When the barman called me dear
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| Do ya ever get the feeling
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| That ya can’t park here
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| Early in the morning, I was
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| Crawling on the floor
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| Searching in my pocket for the
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| Keys to my front door
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| Policeman came and took me
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| Locked me in the jail
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| I tried to call my lady friend
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| But she won’t give me bail
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| I went to see my friends for a
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| Sympathetic ear, they said
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| No chance boy ya can’t park here
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| Oh they say I can’t park here no more baby
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| No more baby
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| Whoah |