| Fire escapes and flashing lights
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| Police raids and fistfights
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| Just like it was ten years ago
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| Elvis Presley on the radio
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| Peroxide blondes in nice blue jeans
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| Stiletto heels, just seventeen
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| 'Cos two would dance and meet a boy
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| Falls in love with Foxy Roy, what a boy
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| Those fifteen suits, all custom made
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| Knows all the tunes in the hit parade
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| Made his money in the retail trade
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| No one around him put him in the shade
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| He’s down to Brighton for the weekend
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| a convoy and cavalcade
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| Takes his Jenny for a pillion ride
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| Ends up in hospital with broken pride
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| Face down
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| No sound
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| Knows what it’s all about
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| Face down
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| Hard ground
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| He’s got his work cut out
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| Over and over and over again
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| Fire escapes and flashing lights
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| Police raids and fistfights
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| Just like it was ten years ago
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| Elvis Presley on the radio
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| Ten years later he’s a different man
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| He married Jenny, got his family planned
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| His big excitement now’s a pint or two
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| Still he remembers just like me and you
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| Face down
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| No sound
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| Knows what it’s all about
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| He’s face down |
| Hard ground
|
| He’s got his work cut out
|
| Face down
|
| No sound
|
| Knows what it’s all about
|
| He’s face down
|
| Hard ground
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| He’s got his work cut out
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| Over and over and over and over again |