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(difford/tilbrook) |
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The indians send signals |
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From the rocks above the pass |
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The cowboys take positions |
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In the bushes and the grass |
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The squaw is with the corporal |
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She is tied against the tree |
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She doesn't mind the language |
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It's the beating she don't need |
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She lets loose all the horses |
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When the corporal is asleep |
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And he wakes to find the fire's dead |
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And arrows in his hats |
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And davy crockett rides around |
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And says it's cool for cats |
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The sweeney's doing ninety |
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'cos they've got the word to go |
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They get a gang of villains |
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In a shed up at heathrow |
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They're counting out the fivers |
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When the handcuffs lock again |
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In and out of wandsworth |
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With the numbers on their names |
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It's funny how their missus' |
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Always look the bleeding same |
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And meanwhile at the station |
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There's a couple of likely lads |
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Who swear like how's your father |
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And they're very cool for cats |
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They're cool for cats |
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To change the mood a little |
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I've been posing down the pub |
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On seeing my reflection |
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I'm looking slightly rough |
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I fancy this, i fancy that |
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I wanna be so flash |
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I give a little muscle |
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And i spend a little cash |
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But all i get is bitter and a nasty little rash |
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And by the time i'm sober |
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I've forgotten what i've had |
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And ev'rybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat |
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Cool for cats |
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Shake up at the disco |
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And i think i've got a pull |
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I ask her lots of questions |
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And she hangs on to the wall |
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I kiss her for the first time |
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And then i take her home |
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I'm invited in for coffee |
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And i give the dog a bone |
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She likes to go to discos |
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But she's never on her own |
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I said i'll see you later |
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And i give her some old chat |
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But it's not like that on the tv |
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When it's cool for cats |
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It's cool for cats |
