Wooohoooo woooooo
They say money talks
But it never answers me, no
Heres
Out on the tarmac
There stands Scouse Jack
Megaphone and
I was standing on the dancefloor
And a pretty thing caught
Well, the clouds in the sky
And your winter clothes are
Another night out, another girl on the scene
Tart with a
Look, here comes another man
With another sorry story to tell
And
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the
Well, he's watching all the wealthy folk on his way
When I was one, my papa dropped me on my
This story's a sad one, the sort that you hear
I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag
I'm
I can't stomach this variety
My plane is underneath my feet
And
So this is Great Britain
And welcome aboard
A sinking ship that's
Hello, I found a stitch to wear and came out
out on the tarmac
there stands scout Jack
megaphone and
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