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Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold December |
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cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders |
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Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we |
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enter the race |
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Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're bored, let's go see Roy, get |
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****ed up with the boys |
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Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just |
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kicked in, think I might be finished |
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The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of |
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the earth, brain's kind of surfing now |
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We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, 'Want to buy any cocaine?', am I paranoid? 'Yes, |
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you're paranoid' |
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Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags of |
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mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble |
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So the Marlons'll have to be doubles |
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Then you drink doubles |
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The same speed you drink singles |
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Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the |
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bubble in the bottom of the bottle |
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Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled |
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Club's full, you mingle |
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You dance the fandango |
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You sing all your favourite jingles |
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Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon |
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One has a monocle and cigar |
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Dickie-bow and long johns |
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My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman |
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Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor |
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For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour |
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Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique |
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Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube |
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Every time the train clunks I feel like puking |
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Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring, |
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Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road, talking |
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Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's focused, balance ****ed up |
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Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another |
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Marlon at the bar |
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Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break |
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Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you definitely are a state |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
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In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy |
