| Punch and judy,
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| Did it truly,
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| And were married in a haste,
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| In love, maybe,
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| Using the baby,
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| As a kind of romance paste,
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| She’s grown fatter,
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| Her hair cut shorter,
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| Looks much older than nineteen,
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| He’s a drinker,
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| Not a thinker,
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| Baby spoiled his could-have-been.
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| 'cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
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| Punch and judy.
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| Punch and judy,
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| In a semi,
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| On a brand new council plot,
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| Sunday lunchtime,
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| Beer-for-punch time,
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| While his dinner’s far from hot,
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| She grows tired,
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| Cab is hired,
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| She goes round to see her friend,
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| He comes back late,
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| Fool is irate,
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| We will see his temper bend.
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| 'cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
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| Punch and judy,
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| In a quandary,
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| She’s walked out, and he is mad.
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| Now he’s grown up,
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| Can’t smash home up,
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| Retribution must be had.
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| Punch and judy,
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| Had a baby,
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| Who brought them to married bliss.
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| Mr punch,
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| Has drunken hunch,
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| That he must punish kid for this
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| This must be make-believe,
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| 'cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
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| Punch and judy |