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If funny looks don't get you down, |
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You could get on in this town. |
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The drivers crawl along the kerb. |
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The thought of walking's quite absurd, |
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The dumbest thing I've ever heard. |
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Checking in and checking out |
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Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout? |
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The living church must move along, |
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The Carmelites could use a song. |
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A blessing Father if you please, |
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Help the hopeless in their need. |
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They don't need this kind of sleaze. |
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Checking in and checking out |
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Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout? |
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Here's a man who's run the marathon |
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Sad and lonely now it's been and gone. |
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Let me upon check my family, |
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Wonder do they still remember me. |
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I'm on the run, on the fun run. |
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Gifted artists need respect, |
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True collectors must collect. |
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There behind those rusty gates, |
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Dodgy sculptured license plates, |
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The gifted sit around and wait. |
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Checking in and checking out |
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Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout |
