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Times are tough for English babies |
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Send the army and the navy |
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Beat up strangers who talk funny |
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Take their greasy foreign money |
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Skin shop, red leather, hot line |
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Be prepared for the engaged sign |
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Bridal books, engagement rings |
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And other wicked little things |
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Standing in your socks and vest |
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Better get it off your chest |
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Every day is just like the rest |
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But Sunday's best |
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Stylish slacks to suit your pocket |
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Back supports and picture lockets |
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Sleepy towns and sleeper trains |
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To the dogs and down the drains |
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Major roads and ladies smalls |
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Hearts of oak and long trunk calls |
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Continental interference |
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At death's door with life insurance |
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Sunday's best, Sunday's finest |
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When your money's in the minus |
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And you suffer from your shyness |
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You can listen to us whiners |
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Don't look now under the bed |
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An arm, a leg and a severed head |
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Read about the private lives |
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The songs of praise, the readers' wives |
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Listen to the decent people |
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Though you treat them just like sheep |
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Put them all in boots and khaki |
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Blame it all upon the darkies |
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[Chorus] |
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Sunday's best |
