| Lyrics | Song |
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| Yankee detectives/Are always on TV/Cos' killers in America/Work seven days a week | |
| Now they got the sun, and they got the palm trees/They got the weed, and they got the taxis | |
| When Johnny comes marching home again/Nobody understands it can happen again | |
| How'd you get so rude and reckless/Don't you be so crude and feckless/You been drinking brew for breakfast | |
| Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world/Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl | |
| From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea/With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear | |
| Well some things you can't explain away/But my heartache's in me till this day | |
| He tried his tricks-that Ruskie Bear/The United Nations said it's all fair | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
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| But I was looking/For that great jazz note/That destroyed/The walls of Jericho | |
| If I go there will be trouble/And if I stay there will be double | |
| By order of the prophet/We ban that boogie sound | |
| Lemme tell you 'bout your blood bamboo kid/It ain't Coca Cola, it's rice | |
| The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in/Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin | |
| It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie/She giggles at the screen 'cos it looks so green | |
| He's in love with rock'n'roll/He's in love with getting stoned | |
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