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Don't start me talking |
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I could talk all night |
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My mind goes sleepwalking |
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While I'm putting the world to right |
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Called careers information |
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Have you got yourself an occupation? |
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Oliver's army is here to stay |
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Oliver's army are on their way |
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And I would rather be anywhere else |
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But here today |
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There was a checkpoint Charlie |
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He didn't crack a smile |
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But it's no laughing party |
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When you've been on the murder mile |
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Only takes one itchy trigger |
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One more widow, one less white nigger |
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Hong Kong is up for grabs |
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London is full of Arabs |
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We could be in Palestine |
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Overrun by a Chinese line |
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With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne |
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But there's no danger |
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It's a professional career |
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Though it could be arranged |
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With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear |
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If you're out of luck or out of work |
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We could send you to Johannesburg |
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