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I know what your brother thinks |
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Your brother thinks I'm mad |
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But the whole worlds a little crazy |
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And Timmy's just a little bit bad |
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Your Daddy say you stay at home |
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All of Saturday night |
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So we break out through the kitchen door |
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And Timmy turns up all the lights |
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'Cause I want to go there, and I want the sound |
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Sweet Cecilia, sweet sweet Cecilia, all the way down |
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Way behind the fish bar |
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About 11 o'clock |
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Timmy wear his pointed shoes on |
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And his bright yellow socks |
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There's sweat all down the disco halls |
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The lager it tastes flat |
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Timmy down on the lino dance floor |
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He don't worry 'bout that |
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Walking by the riverside |
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Watch the yellow sun rise |
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Cecilia down in the damp green grass |
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She making love with her eyes |
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'Cause I want to go there (We are the tribe) |
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And I want the sound (From the simple streets) |
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No difference no power Just music and heat |