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My Saturday job pays six and six down |
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A copy boy at the Chronicle |
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Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns |
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Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town |
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Boy, do we get around |
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Basil sits there on the table for subs |
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But not a part of the Bri-nylon club |
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Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job |
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Bored out of his mind |
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With the Colins and Bobs |
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I'm a jack and a lad |
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And I'm up for the world |
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And I've kissed a Gateshead girl |
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He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell |
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Poets have to eat as well |
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What he wouldn't give just to walk out today |
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To have time to think about time |
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And young love thrown away |
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I'm a jack and a lad |
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And I'm up for the world |
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And I've kissed a Gateshead girl |
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Starlings swarming |
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A cloud over Grainger Street |
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Over the black church |
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Over the Black Gate |
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And the shadowy Keep |
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He peers through his wire rims |
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At the fish and chip words |
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He's supposed to dish up and forget |
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His drudgery now has become slightly blurred |
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By one of his Players untipped cigarettes |
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Bury all joy |
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Put the poems in sacks |
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And bury me here with the hacks |
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In the summer the fair |
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Will stretch over the Moor |
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Lovers will lie and make out in the park |
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Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf |
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And goes out into the dark |
