| Now I’ve got a cousin called Kevin
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| He’s sure to go to heaven
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| Always spotless clean and neat
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| The smoothest you can get them
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| He’s got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
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| My ma said they cost a packet
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| She won’t even let me explain
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| That me and Kevin were just not the same
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| Oh my perfect cousin
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| What I like to do he doesn’t
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| He’s his family’s pride and joy
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| His mothers little golden boy
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| He’s gotta degree in economics
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| Maths — physics and bionics
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| He thinks that I’m a cabbage
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| Cos I hate university challenge
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| Even at the age of ten
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| Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
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| He always beat me at Subbuteo
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| Cos he flicked the kick
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| And I didn’t know
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| Oh my perfect cousin
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| What I like to do he doesn’t
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| He’s his family’s pride and joy
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| His mothers little golden boy
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| His mother bought him a synthesizer
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| Got the Human League into advise her
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| Now he’s making lots of noise
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| Playing along with the art school boys
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| Girls try to attract his attention
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| But what a shame it’s in vain total rejection
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| He will never be left on the shelf
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| Cos Kevin he’s in love with himself
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| Oh my perfect cousin
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| What I like to do he doesn’t
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| He’s his family’s pride and joy
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| His mothers little golden boy |