| All our mates that we once knew said they were happy
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| Always shouting in the street, just like you and me
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| Always finding laughter, fun and games to play
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| They of course have to agree
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| Suddenly they were swept off their feet and gone
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| They don’t know what hit them
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| Just like the rest, the girlfriends got the best
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| And so the story just goes on…
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| They all get washed for them, even have a bath
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| But they are being led, up the garden path
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| I was sitting in the sun reading the days press
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| A boy that I once knew was in, I’ve never seen such a mess
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| Smiling with a moustache, a suit, a shirt and tie
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| He had just been wed today
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| I could not help but laugh, what’s got into him?
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| He looks about forty
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| He’s been such a nit, now he’s in for it
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| And soon you’ll hear him say…
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| They all get washed for them, even have a bath
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| But they are being led, up the garden path
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| I was lying on the beach licking cool ice cream
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| A man, a wife and a pram went by, it was like a dream
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| He was climbing apple trees just a moon ago
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| The kind of bloke you think, won’t grow
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| His face is like a fiddle now, long and sad and blue
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| He still says he’s happy
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| He must have gone mad, cos he’s not the lad
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| That I once used to know…
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| They all get washed for them, even have a bath
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| But they are being led, up the garden path
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| They all get washed for them, even have a bath
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| But they are being led, up the garden, up the garden path |