The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful and so are you
Not when he looked so fierce, his mummy butted in
You may think the chords are going wrong, but they're not
It's getting hard to be someone
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox
The judge does not agree and he tells them so
One day he walked into town, booked himself a room in the local saloon
When I call you up your line's engaged
You were in a car crash and you lost your hair
Man buys ring, woman throws it away
His wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust
Curse Sir Walter Raleigh
She sucks her thumb and wanders by the banks of her own lagoon
You were perverted
Your inside is out and your outside is in
I want to go but I hate to leave you
I saw you peep through your window
The Duchess of Kircaldy always smiling
You can indicate any place you go
You can know the ways of heaven
Doris Day, Matt Busby
I noticed there wasn't a chair
I've got to get a bellyful of wine
It seems like years since it's been here
What they need's a damn good whacking
Can I take my friend to bed?
Good Evening and welcome to Slaggers
Fixing a hole in the ocean
It really doesn't matter if I'm wrong, I'm right!
Fish and finger pies in summer
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