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As I get home at 6 |
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AM gone out to work all day |
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With me boots on me feet and me cap on me head |
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In bed I would |
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I could stay |
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Cause I'm too old to spend my time shifting sods and clay |
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And the wife won't give me what |
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I want cause |
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I'm so old and grey |
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For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack |
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A widdle a wack all day |
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For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack |
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I'll widdle my life way |
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As I get home from saving the hay my arms and legs do say |
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Sit down you drunk put your arse on the stump and get stuck in the tea |
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With the wife on me back and the kids all brats screaming in my ear |
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Go on you old git you're full of shit you won't last out the year |
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Well I'd seen it all my cup was full and |
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I walked out the door |
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And I sold my house and |
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I sold my land and |
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I never saw them no more |
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Now I lie all day in the |
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Spanish sun with a girl on either side |
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If I'd have stayed |
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I'd never get laid it's there |
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I would have died |
