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Mention the Lord of the Rings |
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Just once more |
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And I'll more than likely kill you |
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"Moorcock, Moorcock, Michael, Moorcock" you fervently moan. |
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Is this a wok |
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that you've shoved down my throat, |
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Or are you just pleased to see me? |
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Brian Moore's head looks uncannily |
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like London Planetarium. |
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Chorus: |
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And all those people Who you romantically, |
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Like to still believe are alive, |
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Are dead! |
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So I'll wipe my snot |
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On the arm of your chair |
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As you put another Roger Dean poster |
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On the wall. |
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God, I could murder a Cadbury's Flake!Then I guess you wouldn't let me |
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into heaven. |
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Or maybe you would 'cause their adverts Promote oral sex |
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A Romany bint in a field |
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with her paints, |
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Suggesting we faint at her beauty, |
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But she's got Dickie Davis Eyes! |
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Chorus x 2 |
