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Tell me mirror mirror on the wall |
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Who's the sickest Sex Pistol of them all? |
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Is it Johnny Rotten? |
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I don't know, I'd really like to ask him |
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But he drives me up the wall. |
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Now take old Sidney Viscious |
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He's a clown |
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He'd turn his mother in for less than half a crown. |
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But I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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Take my mate ol' Cookie |
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He's off his head |
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Just give him his daily reader and a pint of what you dread. |
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Now here comes Stevie Jonesie |
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He's a slag, he loves to get his knob sucked |
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Wrapped in a Union Jack. |
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But I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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Never trust the hippy, they killed Bambie |
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We gave a little filth and fury |
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For all you mugs to see. |
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There's nothing like the real thing |
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So they say, |
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Just like that creepy cockroach will never go away. |
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But I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
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I wish I had a union |
