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Thousands of people
Are queueing in the rain
To meet the Pope
(Meet the Pope, meet the Pope
Meet the Pope)
I wonder what they're feeling
Well I hope its O.K.

You know some people gonna call Anyone a big mouth
(Big mouth, big mouth)
Yeah, well I'll see them in the bar
On a Saturday
Right now I get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Just like a southern Mark Smith

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Southern Mark Smith

Thousands of people are queueing
For a shuttle into space
(Into space, into space, into space)
Yeah, I'm into space
I think its just fantastic
Right now I'm looking around
For the right words
For all you special gorgeous things
Oh, don't you know
They only make those pop records
Out of plastic?

Hey, but you know what
They tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you
And it's plain to see
You gotta put on your
Best friend's anorak
And come out here
And try it out for yourself

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta come on out at 1 o'clock
And try it out for yourself
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta walk and talk
And think and look
And act just like a
Southern Mark Smith

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Southern Mark Smith

Thousands of people out there
Just gotta be O.K.
I wish I could take them
All down with me to the bar
For some laughs
But right now I gotta find out
Where they could be living
They could be living in sin
They could be carrying shame
Gotta find somebody's
Gonna carry the blame
Gotta find out what makes
Your heart sing
Because I found out already
What makes my heart sing
Its necessary that I find out
What makes your heart sing
'Cause I heard it was
Like a southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people   Are queueing in the rain   To meet the Pope   (Meet the Pope, meet the Pope   Meet the Pope)   I wonder what they're feeling   Well I hope its O.K.      You know some people gonna call Anyone a big mouth   (Big mouth, big mouth)   Yeah, well I'll see them in the bar   On a Saturday   Right now I get along, get along   Get along, get along, get along   Just like a southern Mark Smith      Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith   Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   Southern Mark Smith       Thousands of people are queueing   For a shuttle into space   (Into space, into space, into space)   Yeah, I'm into space   I think its just fantastic   Right now I'm looking around   For the right words   For all you special gorgeous things   Oh, don't you know   They only make those pop records   Out of plastic?      Hey, but you know what   They tell you on the BBC   You know what they tell you   And it's plain to see   You gotta put on your   Best friend's anorak   And come out here   And try it out for yourself      Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   You gotta come on out at 1 o'clock   And try it out for yourself   Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   You gotta walk and talk   And think and look    And act just like a   Southern Mark Smith      Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith   Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo   Southern Mark Smith       Thousands of people out there   Just gotta be O.K.   I wish I could take them   All down with me to the bar   For some laughs   But right now I gotta find out   Where they could be living   They could be living in sin   They could be carrying shame   Gotta find somebody's   Gonna carry the blame   Gotta find out what makes   Your heart sing   Because I found out already    What makes my heart sing   Its necessary that I find out   What makes your heart sing   'Cause I heard it was   Like a southern Mark Smith