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I wanna take you to the Garden of Eden |
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Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert Weedon |
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Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel |
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So echo the bass and turn up the treble |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah |
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I wanna smoke my cigarettes in peace |
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I wanna brush out the parting and comb in the grease |
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I wanna trade my tie for studs and buckles |
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And tattoo your name across my knuckles |
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Oh yeah |
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I wanna tell the world she belongs to me |
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I wanna carve the news in the bark of a tree |
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A cupids heart with an arrow going through it |
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The stupid part is even then I knew she was wrong for me |
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Oh yeah |
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I was as jealous as hell cause he was just a kid |
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And he could walk on the waltzers like Jesus did |
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He said you try it, I said it's a piece of cake |
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But I knew he knew, I was a worm not a rattlesnake |
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Oh yeah |
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The summer rolled by like a white walled tyre |
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Then the candyfloss became barbed wire |
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She said, you're different you're not the same |
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You're just a jew looking for a christian name |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah |
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Then they chased me through a booming cage of arks |
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Oh hissing blue Flash Gordon sparks |
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Where dodgems dance on clubbed iron feet |
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Kicking each other to death to the beat |
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Oh yeah |
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How come you still invade my dreams |
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You belong in my Quiff Street fairground teens |
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I don't even know if she's still alive |
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If she is, she's probably married with five kids by now |
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Oh yeah |
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And I wonder if her husband carries a gun |
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Did he throw away his life in a chicken run |
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You know I think she made a big mistake |
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She should have fallen in love with the worm not the rattlesnake |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah |
