| Heads up in the clouds, noses in our beers
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| Sat on a bench outside the Station Inn
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| Me and my friend Jojo with our good friend Pierre
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| Drink to the passing of our teens
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| Jojo thinks he’s Jean Genet, Pierre he’s Casanova
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| And me, the most modest of the three
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| Me, I simply see myself as me
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| And late at night we’d see the professional classes
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| Leaving the hotel restaurant
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| We’d show our good manners and we’d show them our asses
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| And then we’d chant
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| The richer they are, the thicker they get
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| As they get old they all forget
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| Heads up in the clouds, noses to the grind
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| Sat on a bench outside the Station Inn
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| Me and my friend Jojo with our good friend Pierre
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| Drink to the way our lives had been
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| Jean Genet’s forgotten his words
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| And Casanova’s on his knees
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| And me, as for good old modest me
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| Me, I’m as drunk as only I can be
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| And late at night we’d see the professional classes
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| Leaving the hotel restaurant
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| We’d show them our good manners and we’d show them our asses |
| And then we’d chant
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| The richer they are, the thicker they get
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| As they get old they all forget
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| Heads up in the clouds, champagne every night
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| To celebrate our great success
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| Jojo he’s a broker, Pierre’s at the bar
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| We’ve all done well I must confess
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| Jojo still talks of Jean Genet
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| But Casanova’s just a book on the shelf
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| And me, as for good old modest me
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| Me, me I talk only of myself
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| And every night outside the Station Inn, Inspector
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| Whenever we leave this restaurant
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| Those little assholes always drop their pants
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| And then they chant
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| The richer they are, the thicker they get
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| Yuppy scum, smug and dumb
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| As they get old they all forget |