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like a nude on an artists easel
caught like a gnome in eye of the weasel
and you won,t get far if you cite "red star" it,s boerclays bank when it,s cabarert nights
a slouch end in "crouch end" such a good "just friend" (slobbering over those fish net tights)
cause none the budweiser or so said the kaiserthe tree was it an oak an elm
it was atilla a basement a pillar the ship had it gone off the helm
till the green eyed funster of uncle munsterthe drama the climax the hitchcock of birds
just like a seagull a peck at the eagleactions they all speak it,s louder than words
but alway,s remember the fifth of novemberin the dark of the bar save the neon light
and all we ask is don,t bring larry
des res in the dark of night
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london town . . . it,s a to z . . .
zebedee it,s time for bed
it,s dastardly an autograph but which ones
mutley it,s a laugh
but like a street without a name
a salesman,s shake a firm handshake
but like a thames that ne,er runs true
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i keep on hearing a tweet in a clearing
but don,t mince for me argentina
and like the bait that,s fish to fate
"ring around later" said tina
but please keep your hair on because he,s been long gone
its 5.8.6.0.6 but don,t aske me why
because it,s been said when it came to a head
"why mother wouldn,t hurt a fly"
except "lucky lucan" he lived in a "bluecan"
( old mother hubbard lived under the stair )
he called for his mummy she sold him a dummy
( she sold more dummies than mothercare )
but selfless she gave . . . like a man in a cave . . . a pat on a hot tin roof
but sloane all alone like a hog on a phone but has she got the hoof
but take the pistorious good ship victorious . . . i see no ribauld quips
but oh kiss me lardy or did he mean hardy a tale of sinking ships
but her marmies mailness . . . it,s all slow as snailness
but jill she likes brown rice
but we,re so pliant and pussy your client
the postman always minces twice
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but blamesberry,s at sainsburys ....
forever and ever it,s demis roussos
I met anne there but she didn,t care strawberry meanz beanz was it hummous ?
and benny hill but don,t ask jil was it was fortune was it fate
a shopping bag but it,s a drag but sat around his mothers plate
but who,s the patter one to flatter ... old black joe,s still pickin cotton
watch the giant hogweeds go ... but just don,t mention johnny rotten
or bunny bunny greedy gunny want,s to teach the world to sing
pass the butter so some mutter .... would the postman call or ring
but let them have they,re cake and eat it aintoinette was she the queen
lose your head then live in dread of robespierres madame vaselline
cause david niven ( it was given) or did the cow then jump the moon
a fairycake flight in the half neon light ....
as
the waitress stared at the silvery spoon
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but ware the vibes of the hippy flairs
Just sit and watch him paint the stairs
cause it,s black and white as the knight took flight, excaliber or just a dud
but it,s nero,s grape for the masking tape ... the band played death and night and blood
but grouch the slouch on the casting couch queens gambit has it been declined
It,s just a play but it,s not today . . . the strangler ran the alley blind
but then the old codger he was just such a lodgerthe rook was a crook it,s a game of chess
It,s a scotch game blame by another name the dark still waters of loch ness
cause the rook saw the look by the babbling brook but in the end she ran away
It hadn,t been but it,s now been seen ,but the light it,s alright at the end of the day
but the "chatty man" has he got a plan the jibes or the vibes of the hippy flairs
It,s just "a toiler on the sea"
But sit and watch him paint the stairs
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