| Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| Well theres a man i know, at least i used to years ago | |
| I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean, i can't remember tell me what's his name? | |
| Think of 7 letters, begin and end in C, like a big American car but misspelt with a D | |
| Here comes the boat, only half afloat | |
| A toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin, Miss Clay of all corners has just walked in. | |
| Teacher comes to break it up, back of the 'ed with a plastic cup | |
| How lucky we are to be free, and we take for granted, life and country. | |
| I bought it from Primrose Hill, from a bloke from Brazil | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| it wasn't me either i'm just his mate, he told me to stand here and watch the gate. | |
| Sisters sighing in her sleep, brothers got a date to keep he can't hang around | |
| Giving her my utmost, spilling out my deepest feelings | |
| He was just a boy... | |
| I never thought i'd feel this way, the way i do, about you. | |
| Buster he sold the heat, with a rocksteady beat | |
| Hey. don't watch that!, watch this, this is the heavy heavy monster sound | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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