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Broughton |
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I'm so happy lying here, reclining in this easy chair, |
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Wond'rin' what the hell could go wrong. |
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My mind's confused, my body tired, |
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I wonder if I'm still alive, |
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Has Anybody here please got the time |
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Oh no, the time |
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(Chorus) |
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Ooh what a night, Ooh what a night, Ooh what a night, Ooh what |
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a night, Ooh what a night, Ooh what a night, Ooh what a night, |
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Now the morning's drawing near, my head she thump from the beer, And |
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the telephone she ring (who's there?) My God that typist that I floored I |
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must have drunk more than I thought, Can anybody here please show me |
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the door Oh no, you want more? |
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(Chorus repeat) |
