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Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets |
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Staring over at the neighbors' knickers down |
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He's got his knickers down |
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So the summer is eternity for you? |
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Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down |
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He's shaking you down |
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And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift |
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As you dole out the packages |
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No one seems to want you around |
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All skulking around |
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Let your legs lure on the lino' |
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Til your sinews spoil |
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Will you stay here for a while, dear' |
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Til the radio plays something familiar? |
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Plays something familiar |
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All a drifting, he's a no good boyo |
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Sent a fishing for a whalebone corset frame |
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His only catch all day |
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So he sits and lets the current take him |
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A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray |
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And at his ankles laid |
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As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep |
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He is decked by a |
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JapaneseGeisha with a garland of pearls |
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How she twists and twirls |
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Let your legs lure on the lino' |
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Til your sinews spoil |
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Will you stay here for a while, dear' |
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Til the radio plays something familiar? |
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Plays something familiar |
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Plays something familiar |
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Plays something familiar |