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On cheap returns to summer places |
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Awayday herd, all out in the heat |
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Kicking black looks in sunshine faces |
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A race to vote with their feet, back to front |
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Flock off to find someone to play with |
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He's not like us he must be done |
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Buckets and spades to make your day with |
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It hurts so good, it must be fun |
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And it's 'Made in London Town' |
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Fists are up to knuckle down |
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Because we are the boys |
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Who've got the noise and clout |
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And it's argue upside down |
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Black and white and wrong way round |
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In fight, outright, uptight, downright, inside out |
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Back to front |
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Fight on the beaches and back home streets |
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Welcoming in with out clenched hands |
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Standing on others with your own feet |
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You've got to prove that you're a man |
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And it's 'Made in London Town' |
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Fists are up to knuckle down |
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Because we are the boys |
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Who've got the noise and clout |
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And it's argue upside down |
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Black and white and wrong way round |
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In fight, outright, uptight, downright, inside out |
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Back to front |
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I glance over my shoulder |
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As they head for the past |
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But I've still got my eyes up ahead |
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I'm not going back to front |
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Back to front, back to front |
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Back to front, upside down, inside out, wrong way round |
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Back to front, upside down, inside out, wrong way round |
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Back to front |
