| There are ladders up the buildings
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| On the streets downtown
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| Sixteenth Century architecture
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| Gets the locals down
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| Eyes to the future
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| The Heritage Board
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| Puts your history in the lock up
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| Banks the interest offshore
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| Well it struck me that your reason
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| Sounded just like an admission
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| Come lie with me baby
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| We could start a new tradition
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| But a little bone of truth
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| Is at the heart of each denial
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| And the traders bring the corporation
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| Out in single-file
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| We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
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| But I like the spit and shine so I guess I’ll stay
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| You’ll go forging your relations
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| With some partner overseas
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| And the sexy reshuffle
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| Will make you weak at the knees
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| And the cutest little bigot
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| Always gives those boys a laugh
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| You’ll find a Cheeto shaped like Jesus
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| And then they’ll want your autograph
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| We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
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| From the mud on our feet and the games that they play
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| But I like the spit and shine so I guess I’ll stay
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| Raise that flag to fallen kings
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| To England oh England you sing
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| Shine shine shine the silver sea
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| The rats have learned to swim it seems to me
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| Work hard out in China
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| Learn to parlez with the natives
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| Those cheap Versace knock-offs
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| Darling aren’t they just the greatest
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| Send the children on the gap year
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| To travel the Far East
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| Then settle down into retirement
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| In a bargain pad in Greece
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| We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
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| From the mud on our feet and the games that they play
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| But I like the spit and shine so I guess I’ll stay
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| I guess I’ll stay |