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Mr. Rock 'N' Roll you look so right |
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with your clothes so dark and you hair so bright |
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Hanging round The Ship and the West End clubs |
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With the Midnight Boys and The Marquee mugs |
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Talking 'bout budgets and studio costs |
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With the has beens won't be's and they're all lost |
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Want to be like all the poseurs you meet |
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Let's teach you a lesson 'bout life on street |
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'Cos we're The Business from Lewisham |
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And it's ten years and we're still standing here |
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You'll never beat us |
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Ten years and we're still standing here |
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You'll never stop us |
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Guest lists and points for fixing the deal |
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But the paper means nothing if the cash ain't real |
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The Limelight The Slimelight The Alley Tin Pan |
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All the talk in the world and you ain't got a fan |
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It's all down to tak if the record's a flop |
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Your head is so empty the penny won't drop |
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So out of touch with realities beat |
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You'll never be part of life on the street |