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(sung by flash and his cronies in their den) |
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I spy with my little eye |
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Anything here that i can buy. |
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I see a little thatched cottage |
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Looking so neat |
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With compulsory purchase we can buy it up cheap. |
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Then we'll pull up the floor boards, |
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Knock down the walls, |
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Rock the foundations, |
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Until the house falls. |
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Like a pack of cards, |
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Crashing to the ground. |
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Then we'll build a row |
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Of identical boxes |
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And sell them all off at treble the profits. |
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Demolition. |
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The deeds are in my pocket, |
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I've got a contract in my hand. |
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An opportunity for luxury living. |
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I'll arrange the mortgage |
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To be repaid a hundred percent. |
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I can't wait around so make your decision. |
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We'll buy up all the cottages |
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And every house and every street, |
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Until we've got everything we need. |
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Every town in the vicinity, |
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Every farm and village green. |
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We're gonna buy up everything, |
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Then it's demolition. |
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Demolition. demolition. |
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Two up, two down, |
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It hasn't got a garden, |
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But it's got a lovely patio. |
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Stainless steel kitchen sink, |
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Gas fired central heating, |
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Whaaa -- specifically designed for modern-day living, |
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Nothing's permanent and nothing lasts, |
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We've sold all the houses so put 'em up fast. |
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We're gonna buy up this town |
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And pull it all down. |
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How i love to hear the demolition sound |
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Of concrete crashing to the ground. |
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Demolition. |
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It's time to make some money, |
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It's time to get rich quick. |
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It's the wonderful world of capitalism. |
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I've got to make a profit, |
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I've got to satisfy my greed, |
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It's my faith and my religion, |
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Demolition. demolition. demolition. |
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And we'll buy up the towns, |
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And we'll knock 'em all down |
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Build a brand new world of our own. |
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(repeat) |
