| Oh when I’m older I’ll hear this moment and I’ll laugh hahaha…
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| I’ve rallied, rucked over and rabble roused have I not?
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| I’ve given lung, tongue and sung have I not?
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| I’ve meant what I’ve said and I’ve slept in soiled bed have I not?
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| With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? |
| HAVE I NOT?
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| But I’m not a soft touch and I won’t been seen as such, so full with…
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| fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
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| Show I’m not soppy and stuff
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| Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
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| But now dunno how that could possibly have been
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| I’ve shorn and I’ve sheened and I’ve Brylcreemed have I not?
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| I’ve brawn and I’ve brain and of both I’ve shame have I not?
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| Though I’ve had them straddle me wantingly have I not?
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| And I’ve length of loinly manliness have I not? |
| HAVE I NOT?
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| But I’m not a soft touch and I won’t been seen as such, so full with…
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| Fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
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| Show I’m not soppy and stuff
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| Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
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| But now dunno how that could possibly have been
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| With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship
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| We bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it!
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| I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches
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| This is my heart’s hub, the hot, wild, fug of the club of the fathomless love,
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| I spit and have spats to be tough, show I’m not soppy and stuff…
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| Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
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| But now dunno how that could possibly have been |