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1992, don't believe the hype |
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Take a look at the small print |
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Ignore the bold type |
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Let the flags of plunder unfurl |
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It's just you and me against the world |
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The only thing that we'll ever get |
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From them is sorrow |
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Lead on Macduff and I'll follow |
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In spite of all you been told about Elvis |
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The good die old and helpless |
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In bobble hats and armchair football scarves |
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For the big match with Antarctic Thistle |
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They didn't catch the half time whistle |
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When they wheeled on the pop music stars |
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With their pop music guitars and they were singing |
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1, 2, 3, happy neighborhood |
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Do, re, me, so far so good |
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Because life, Mrs. Brown |
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It's just one big knees up |
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A night on the town, a storm in a teacup |
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(More like a teacup in a storm) |
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Where are the songs |
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About boozers and buildings |
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Banning the bomb |
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And abusing the children |
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Who'll one day be pop music stars |
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With their pop music guitars and they'll be singing |
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1, 2, 3, happy neighborhood |
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Do, re, me, so far so good |
