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Bye bye baby ill cya later |
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Bye bye baby ill cya later |
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My man looks like the old Shakin' Stevens |
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He says I resemble like the old Steptoe |
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He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow |
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Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow |
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And the good man says bloody feel like leaving |
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But hes lean again forgotten what I already know |
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Made enough money shottin' bobby bills and po |
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He spent it all quick sniffin' up on the blow |
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Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus |
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No shit Holmes with your big boy Sherlock |
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The man got chickenpox at 23 |
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If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money |
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It ain't no dunny, it's a toilet |
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Great grandaddy, got sent there |
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So go back home |
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Stop cloggin' up pubs with your bullshit talkin' |
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And the nightbuses that complain at us |
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Peeps call us right-wing but we're pretty ****ing liberal |
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I shit you, you not cos we're all for the equal |
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And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel |
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No question, the second one's feeble |
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Kids with skids, and coughing up dust |
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Yeah I'm waiting man, I cuss, must, and man |
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Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust |
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And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us |
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Here's ya getaway |
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I ain't gonna try to cry |
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Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus |
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And so I must say |
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Kids with skids, and coughing up dust |
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I sad to see you cut the ties |
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Good man says bloody feel like leaving |
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In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead |
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Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red |
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The star symbolises the guts we bled |
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The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread |
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The moon much bigger representing the dead |
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Who lie in the sewers under soldier's feet |
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They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street |
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Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep |
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So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway |
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Here's ya getaway |
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You're getting away |
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Man here's ya getaway |
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And yeah bye bye baby |
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Ill see you later |
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Ill see you later |
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Here's ya getaway |
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Rob the bank here's ya getaway |
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And ill take my ticket get out of this town |
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And get away |
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Here's ya getaway |
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Ah cha cha baby |
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Here's ya getaway |
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Rob the bank take the getaway |
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And ill talk to the pigs hear as I say |
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And id get yourself out of this city, oh getaway |
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Oh man here's ya getaway |
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And id getaway, getaway, id getaway |
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Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see |
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And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway |
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And ill rob the bank, but ill take a getaway |
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Here's ya getaway |
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Bye bye baby ill |
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I ain't gonna try to cry |
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But I must say |
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Bye bye baby ill |
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I sad to see you cut the ties |
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Bye bye baby ill cya later |
