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He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan |
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And he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again |
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Not until the next time |
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He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan |
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And he swore that he'd never, never, never, never, never do it again |
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And of course he won't |
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Poor old man |
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He had an accident with a three-bar fire |
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But that's ok |
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Because he wasn't very happy anyway |
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Poor woman |
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Strangled in her very own bed as she read |
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But that's ok |
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'Cause she was old and she would have died anyway |
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Don't blame |
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The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan |
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And he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again |
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Not until the next time |
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Jury, you've heard every word |
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So before you decide |
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Would you look into those mother me eyes |
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I love you for you, my love |
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Jury, you've heard every word |
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But before you decide |
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Would you look into those mother me eyes |
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I love you for you my love |
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For you my love |
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Don't blame |
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The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan |
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'Cause he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again |
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He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan |
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Because he'd never, never, never, never do it again |
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Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera |
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Etcetera, etcetera |
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In the midst of life we are in death |
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Etcetera |
