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Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. |
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I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. |
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I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat |
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When I saw her framed in the kitchen door. |
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She looked good enough to eat. |
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(And I mean eat.) |
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She was a tall thin girl. |
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She looked like a tall thin girl. |
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She said, |
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Whose is this carry-out? |
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My face turned chilli red. |
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Well, I don't know about carrying out, |
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But you can carry me off to bed. |
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(And I mean bed.) |
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She was a tall thin girl. |
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She moved like a tall thin girl. |
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Maybe I can fetch for it, |
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And maybe I can stretch for it. |
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I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small |
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But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground. |
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This girl was tall. |
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(And I mean tall.) |
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Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine |
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But he's Madras hot on the bongo trot, |
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If you know just what I mean. |
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Stands six foot three in his underwear; |
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Going to get him down here and see |
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If this good lady's got a little sister 'bout the same size as me. |
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She was a tall thin girl. |
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She looked like a tall thin girl. |
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Well, can I fetch for it? |
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Well, maybe I can stretch for it? |
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Well, am I up for it? Or do I have to go down for it? |
