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Gilbert O'Sullivan |
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Miscellaneous |
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Permissive Twit |
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Oh Heaven help our Linda |
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She's really done it now |
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What's more it's all so obvious |
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I mean her stomachs sticking out |
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If father tells me' mother |
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She's bound to have a fit |
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Followed by a neat convulsion |
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Thanks to our permissive twit |
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She thinks his name was Ronald |
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Or was it Sid or Len |
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The only thing that's certain |
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Is that it wasn't Bill or Ben |
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Our parish priest God bless him |
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The very reverend Father Pitt |
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Will no doubt be preaching sermons |
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To our dear Permissive Twit |
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By now the word |
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Will no doubt have been heard |
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By almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alley |
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all except that is |
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Our own great aunt Liz |
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Who I hear's been deaf since the day our Grace |
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recorded Sally, Sally, Sally |
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(Break) |
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Unless we raise the money |
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She'll have to let it out |
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What I mean is she will have to |
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Have it the right way wrong way about |
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In other words let nature |
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Take its course and do its bit |
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For the sake of those concerned with |
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Own dear permissive |
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Dear permissive twit |
